"Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V."

"Even if fall she must, it was to lie on the earth and molder sweetly into the roots of violets."

"i am rocked from side to side by the violence of my own emotion"

"This you may put down, with other notorious faults, to my unfortunate romanticism—I can’t help it. What’s more, I don’t want to help it. I have come to a time of life when I can help nothing."

“I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me, you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.”

“...I live; I die; the sea comes over me; it's the blue that lasts.”