“Lost, I am Lost! My fates have doomed my death.The more I strive, I love; the more I love,The less I hope. I see my ruin, certain.What judgement or endeavors could applyTo my incurable and restless woundsI throughly have examined, but in vain.Oh, that it were not in religion sinTo make our love a god and worship it!I have even wearied heaven with prayers, dried upThe spring of my continual tears, even starvedMy veins with daily fasts; what wit or artCould counsel, I have practiced. But, alas,I find all these but dreams and old men's talesTo fright unsteady youth; I'm still the same.Or I must speak or burst. Tis not, I know,My lust, but tis my fate that leads me on.Keep fear and low fainthearted shame with slaves!I'll tell her that I love her, through my heartWere rated at the price of that attempt.”

“I have everything I prayed for. I know most would condemn me and think I've lost my soul, but I know in my heart that I have not. What can be more precious than to find true love.”

“I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist.”

“I control my fateAs I stand on the edge of the cliff of destiny and tears filled with my dreams shatter below on the rocks of fate I slowly lift my head and look out over the sea of hope to behold a sunrise. As I wipe away the the tears I realize as long as I have one more sunrise I have hope to fulfill the dreams dictating my destiny and I control my fate.”

“I love my job. I love the pay!~I love it more and more each day.~I love my boss, he is the best!~I love his boss and all the rest.~I love my office and its location. I hate to have to go on vacation.~I love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that grow each day!~I think my job is swell, there's nothing else I love so well.~I love to work among my peers, I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.~I love my computer and its software; I hug it often though it won't care.~I love each program and every file, I'd love them more if they worked a while. ~I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.~I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.~I love this work. I love these chores.~I love the meetings with deadly bores.~I love my job - I'll say it again - I even love those friendly men.~Those friendly men who've come today, in clean white coats to take me away!!!!!”

“I have loved you all my life, Mal,” I whispered through my tears. “There is no end to our story.”