Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

The people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them.

I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect-in terror. In this unnerved-in this pitiable condition-I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR.