But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.
My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.
The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine.
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.
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?
Solitude becomes a sort of tangible enemy, the more dangerous, because it dwells within the citadel itself.
The careful rearer of the ductile human plant can instil his own religion, and surround the soul by such a moral atmosphere, as shall become to its latest day the air it breathes.
Tranquility, allied to loneliness, possessed no charms.
The young are always in extremes.
Our faults are apt to assume giant and exaggerated forms to our eyes in youth.
Look forward to future years, if not with eager anticipation, yet with a calm reliance upon the power of good, wholly remote from despair.
Every where I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded.
Poetry, and the principle of Self, of which money is the visible incarnation, are the God and the Mammon of the world.
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o’er the waters blue.
All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou are bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us.
Ah! it is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace.
It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being.