“It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves. ”

“We love the beautiful and serene, but we have a feeling as deep as love for the terrible and dark.”

“Of all the agonies of life, that which is most poignant and harrowing- that which for the time annihilates all reason and leaves our whole organization one lacerated, mangled heart-- is the conviction that we have been deceived where we placed all the trust of love.”

“Say what we will, you may be sure that ambition is an error; its wear and tear of heart are never recompensed, --it steals away the freshness of life, --it deadens its vivid and social enjoyments, --it shuts our souls to our own youth, --and we are old ere we remember that we have made a fever and a labor of our raciest years.”

“Read to live, not live to read”

“It shames man not to feel man's human fear,It shames man only if the fear subdue”

“The spelling and handwriting were those of a man imperfectly educated, but still the language itself was forcible. In the expressions of endearment there was a kind of rough, wild love; but here and there were dark unintelligible hints at some secret not of love,----some secret that seemed of crime. "We ought to love each other," was one of the sentences I remember, "for how everyone else would execrate us if all was known." Again: "Don't let anyone be in the same room with you at night,----you talk in your sleep." And again: "What's done can't be undone; and I tell you there's nothing against us unless the dead could come to life." Here there was underlined in a better handwriting (a female's), "They do!”