I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

Indeed, there is an eloquence in true enthusiasm that is not to be doubted.

There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.