Dream over golden dream that secret cist,
Thy heart, O heart of me, doth hold, and mood
On mood of silver, when the day’s light fails,
Say who hath touched the secret heart of thee,
Or who hath known what my heart hath not known
“You’re mistaken if you think wrongdoers are always unhappy. The really professional evil-doers love it. They’re as happy as larks in the sky. …The unhappy ones are only the guilty amateurs and the neurotics.”