“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”

“Strange and harrowing must be his story; frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course, and wrecked it--thus!”

“How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!”

“Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.”

“Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune. And when time shall have softened your despair, new and dear objects of care will be born to replace those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived.”

“My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.”

“My imagination, unbidden, possessed and guided me, gifting the successive images that arose in my mind with a vivdness far beyond the usual bounds of reverie....”