- "thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of earth, nor of heaven, could redeem my soul from woe."
- "then i spurred on my animal, striving so to forget the world, my fears, and more than all, myself."
- "why does man boast of sensibilities superior to those apparent in the brute; it only renders them more necessary beings. if our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us."
- "... and in this condition must i find my happiness."
- "i shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames."
- "some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when i felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, i should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation."
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