Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am read more

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute read more

Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute of his birth.

Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in
adversity.
[Fr., Le remords s'endort durant read more

Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in
adversity.
[Fr., Le remords s'endort durant un destin prospere et s'aigrit
dans l'adversite.]

Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God.

Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God.

People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.

People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue