How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster!

I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

Supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavor to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world.

The instructor can scarcely give sensibility where it is essentially wanting, nor talent to the unpercipient block. But he can cultivate and direct the affections of the pupil, who puts forth, as a parasite, tendrils by which to cling, not knowing to what - to a supporter or a destroyer.