The Labours Of Men Of Genius, However

It Would Be An Endless Task To Trace The Variety Of Meannesses, Cares, And Sorrows Into Which Women Are Plunged By The Prevailing Opinion That They Were Created Rather To Feel Than Reason.

The Sentiment Of Immediate Loss In Some Sort Decayed, While That Of Utter, Irremediable Loneliness Grew On Me With Time.

When Falsehood Can Look So Like The Truth, Who Can Assure Themselves Of Certain Happiness?

Satan Has His Companions, Fellow-devils, To Admire And Encourage Him; But I Am Solitary And Detested.

The World Was To Me A Secret Which I Desired To Devine.