Precious attribute of woe-worn humanity! that can snatch ecstatic emotion, even from under the very share and harrow, that ruthlessly ploughs up and lays waste every hope.

These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous, and magnificent, yet so vicious and base? He appeared at one time a mere scion of the evil principle and at another as all that can be conceived of noble and godlike.

The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.

marriage is usually considered the grave, and not the cradle of love.

My father was not scientific, and I was left to struggle with a child's blindness, added to a student's thirst for knowledge.

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