my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.

Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.

If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.

Women love only those whom they do not know!

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

I was modest--they accused me of being crafty: I became secretive. I felt deeply good and evil--nobody caressed me, everybody offended me: I became rancorous. I was gloomy--other children were merry and talkative. I felt myself superior to them--but was considered inferior: I became envious. I was ready to love the whole world--none understood me: and I learned to hate.