. . . I know, by sad experience, with what difficulty a mind, weakened by long and uninterrupted suffering, admits hope, much less assurance.

Sorry am I to say, I have often observed that I have performed worst when I most ardently wished to do better than ever.

I pant for retirement and leisure, but am doomed to inexpressible and almost unsupportable hurry.

Alas, how wretched is the being who depends on the stability of public favour!

. . . I know, by sad experience, with what difficulty a mind, weakened by long and uninterrupted suffering, admits hope, much less assurance.

. . . I believe one half of the world is born for the convenience of the other half . . .

The awful consciousness that one is the sole object of attention to that immense space, lined as it were with human intellect from top to bottom, and on all side round, may be perhaps be imagined but can not be described.