The devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

The problem in narcissism is not the high ideals and ambitions, it's the difficulty one encounters when trying to give them body.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

The devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.