If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

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

Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.