But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.

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!

When I step into the batter's box, the fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a battle between me and the pitcher. And more than anything, I want to win.

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

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

Live, and be happy, and make others so.

Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.