A Lofty Sense Of Independence Is, In

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

At The Age Of Twenty Six I Am In The Condition Of An Aged Person - All My Old Friends Are Gone... & My Heart Fails When I Think By How Few Ties I Hold To The World.

My Dreams Were At Once More Fantastic And Agreeable Than My Writings.

It May...be Judged Indecent In Me To Come Forward On This Occasion; But When I See A Fellow-creature About To Perish Through The Cowardice Of Her Pretended Friends, I Wish To Be Allowed To Speak, That I May Say What I Know Of Her Character.

Evil Thenceforth Became My Good.