For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

There comes a time for everybody when words and reasons can become such a great weariness.

Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

I wanted you to thank you for being my friend and letting me play a part in your story.

Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.

How much modern civilization has lost, I think, when they lost the awareness of the billions of stars overhead.