Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being

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

Evil thenceforth became my good.

What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.

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!

...we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves - such a friend ought to be - do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures.