"The sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time."

"White paper - wilt thou be my confident? I will trust thee fully, for none shall see what I write."

"Truly disappointment is the guardian deity of human life; she sits at the threshold of unborn time, and marshals the events as they come forth."

"Dreams are but the reflections of our waking hours."

"I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other."