years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.

I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched.

I was never really insane, except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

All I lov'd I lov'd alone.

The Tell Tale Poe

Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart-one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man