We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?