Remember me with affection, should you never hear from me again.
There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand.
My life might have been passed in ease and luxury, but I preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path.
If I fail, you will see me again soon, or never.
I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead and found a passage to life, aided only by one glimmering and seemingly ineffectual light.
They penetrate into the recesses of nature and show how she works in her hiding-places.
a few grey hairs covered his temples,
to learn all things indiscriminately.
No word, no expression could body forth the kind of relation in which she stood to me-my more than sister, since till death she was to be mine only.
Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.
