"A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King."

"The Heart asks Pleasure – first – And then – Excuse from Pain – And then – those little Anodynes That deaden suffering –"

"To live is so astounding it leaves little room for anything else."

"The Sea is a good Landlady – She has a pleasant way – Her Rooms are many – and her Rent Is often – but a Day –"

"To hang our head – ostensibly – And hide our Eyes – and weep – Is but a Ruse – to make our Pain The more acute – and deep –"