The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.

The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.

The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.

What are we, the inhabitants of this globe, least among the many that people infinite space? Our minds embrace infinity; the visible mechanism of our being is subject to merest accident.

At the age of twenty six I am in the condition of an aged person - all my old friends are gone... & my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world.