Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine.

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

Evil thenceforth became my good.

My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.

Oh! Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not. Do not return to your families with the stigma of disgrace marked on your brows. Return as heroes who have fought and conquered, and who know not what it is to turn their backs on the foe.