My Dreams Were At Once

I Required Kindness And Sympathy, But I Did Not Believe Myself Utterly Unworthy Of It.

With How Many Things Are We On The Brink Of Becoming Acquainted, If Cowardice Or Carelessness Did Not Restrain Our Inquiries.

Beware; For I Am Fearless, And Therefore Powerful.

Oh! Grief Is Fantastic; It Weaves A Web On Which To Trace The History Of Its Woe From Every Form And Change Around; It Incorporates Itself With All Living Nature; It Finds Sustenance In Every Object; As Light, It Fills All Things, And, Like Light, It Gives Its Own Colors To All.

Marriage Is Usually Considered The Grave, And Not The Cradle Of Love.