Live, and be happy, and make others so.

I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.

I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when my person reflected . . .

There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied int he one, I will indulge the other.

the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.