The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne.