The practice of hinting by single letters those expletives with which profane and violent persons are wont to garnish their discourse, strikes me as a proceeding which, however, well meant, is weak and futile. I cannot tell what good it does - what feeling it spares - what horror it conceals.

I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.

As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

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

I believe that creature is a changeling: she is a perfect cabinet of oddities.

I soon forgot storm in music.