- …i took refuge in the most perfect solitude. i passed whole days on the lake alone, in a little boat, watching the clouds, and listening to the rippling of the waves, silent and listless.
- solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
- beware; for i am fearless, and therefore powerful.
- …still it haunted me.
- we will be monsters, alone in the world, but we will have each other.
- to examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death.
- i do know that for the sympathy of one living being, i would make peace with all. i have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. if i cannot satisfy the one, i will indulge the other.
- there is something at work in my soul, which i do not understand.
- even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. the starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.
- invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos; the materials must, in the first place, be afforded: it can give form to dark, shapeless substances, but cannot bring into being the substance itself.
may 28 2021 ∞
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