I Am Very Averse To Bringing Myself

The Air Of Fashion, Which Many Young People Are So Eager To Attain, Always Strikes Me Like The Studied Attitudes Of Some Modern Prints, Copied With Tasteless Servility After The Antigue; The Soul Is Left Out, And None Of The Parts Are Tied Together By What May Properly Be Termed Character.

From My Infancy I Was Imbued With High Hopes And A Lofty Ambition.

I Could Not Understand Why Men Who Knew All About Good And Evil Could Hate And Kill Each Other.

I Saw No Cause For Their Unhappiness, But I Was Deeply Affected By It. If Such Lovely Creatures Were Miserable, It Was Less Strange That I, An Imperfect And Solitary Being, Should Be Wretched.

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.