But the instant that YOU came into my life, you lightened the dark places in it, you lightened both my heart and my soul
the present moment, I am writing merely for the sake of writing, and to put as much as possible into this last letter of mine. . . .
should consider human life rather than mere finery.
, you will die where you be, and be laid to rest in the cold, moist earth where there is no one to bewail you
What else have I to look for from the future
You ought to live as long as I have done," he added, "and THEN you will see what men can be."
What a fate, what a fate, to be sure!
sad to think that one never knows what even a day, what even an hour, may bring forth!
Often, as I hasten to the office in the morning, I look around me at the city—I watch it awaking, getting out of bed, lighting its fires, cooking its breakfast, and becoming vocal; and at the sight, I begin to feel smaller, as though some one had dealt me a rap on my inquisitive nose
The fact is that over-brooding proves the undoing of a man—his complete undoing
