Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!' Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.