Evil Thenceforth Became My Good.

It Is With Considerable Difficulty That I Remember The Original Era Of My Being

Oh! Grief Is Fantastic; It Weaves A Web On Which To Trace The History Of Its Woe From Every Form And Change Around; It Incorporates Itself With All Living Nature; It Finds Sustenance In Every Object; As Light, It Fills All Things, And, Like Light, It Gives Its Own Colors To All.

With How Many Things Are We On The Brink Of Becoming Acquainted, If Cowardice Or Carelessness Did Not Restrain Our Inquiries.

Marriage Is Usually Considered The Grave, And Not The Cradle Of Love.

My Education Was Neglected, Yet I Was Passionately Fond Of Reading.