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

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

Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune. And when time shall have softened your despair, new and dear objects of care will be born to replace those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived.

It would be an endless task to trace the variety of meannesses, cares, and sorrows into which women are plunged by the prevailing opinion that they were created rather to feel than reason.

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

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

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