Peril, loneliness, an uncertain future, are not oppressive evils, so long as the frame is healthy and the faculties are employed; so long, especially, as Liberty lends us her wings, and Hope guides us by her star.

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

The idea of seeing the sea - of being near it - watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday - in calm, perhaps in storm - fills and satisfies my mind.

Alas! never had I loved him so well!

What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?

Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.

Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.