A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.

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

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

Terror made me cruel.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.