The problem in narcissism is not the high ideals and ambitions, it's the difficulty one encounters when trying to give them body.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.