Cold. Healthier Than Heat.

Love, She Thought, Must Come Suddenly, With Great Outbursts And Lightnings,--a Hurricane Of The Skies, Which Falls Upon Life, Revolutionises It, Roots Up The Will Like A Leaf, And Sweeps The Whole Heart Into The Abyss.

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.

Boredom, That Silent Spider, Was Spinning Its Web In The Darkness In Every Corner Of Her Heart.

I Know Nothing More Noble Than The Contemplation Of The World.

Reality Does Not Conform To The Ideal, But Confirms It.