Last Night, I Was On

Though Earth And Man Were Gone, And Suns And Universes Ceased To Be, And Thou Wert Left Alone, Every Existence Would Exist In Thee.

You Loved Me-then What Right Had You To Leave Me? What Right-answer Me-for The Poor Fancy You Felt For Linton? Because Misery And Degradation, And Death, And Nothing That God Or Satan Could Inflict Would Have Parted Us, You, Of Your Own Will, Did It. I Have Not Broken Your Heart- You Have Broken It; And In Breaking It, You Have Broken Mine." ~heathcliff

I Have Dreamed In My Life, Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After, And Changed My Ideas; They Have Gone Through And Through Me, Like Wine Through Water, And Altered The Color Of My Mind.

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.