The Agony Of My Feelings

How Mutable Are Our Feelings, And How Strange Is That Clinging Love We Have Of Life Even In The Excess Of Misery!

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

My Heart Was Fashioned To Be Susceptible Of Love And Sympathy, And When Wrenched By Misery To Vice And Hatred, It Did Not Endure The Violence Of The Change Without Torture Such As You Cannot Even Imagine.

My Dreams Were At Once More Fantastic And Agreeable Than My Writings.

From My Infancy I Was Imbued With High Hopes And A Lofty Ambition.