All fates are ‘worse than death’.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

I [had] added another small piece to the pages of the atlas that were real to me.

Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.

Of children as of procreation -- the pleasure momentary, the posture ridiculous, the expense damnable

These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.