Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?

A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

I have a congenital desire to contradict; my whole life is merely a chain of sad and unsuccessful contradictions to heart and mind. When faced with enthusiasm, I am seized by a midwinter freeze, and I suppose that frequent dealings with sluggish phlegmatics would have made a passionate dreamer.

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.