There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock.

The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

I am malicious because I am miserable