"Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being."
"I saw the starry Tree
Put forth the blossom Time."
"How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?"
"For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone."
"How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me."