I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.