I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.

That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.

I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand - they only. Know this at last.

I can but die... and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.

I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.

No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the red-room: it only gave my nerves a shock, of which I feel the reverberation to this day.

I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.