My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.

What have I to do with millions [of people]? The eighty I know despise me.

flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.

I recalled the voice I had heard; again I questioned whence it came, as vainly as before: it seemed in me not in the external world. I asked, was it a mere nervous impression a delusion? I could not conceive or believe: it was more like an inspiration.

I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.