Each Of Us Is The Only Person

Is Not Man Himself The Most Unsettled Of All The Creatures Of The Earth? What Is This Trembling Sensation That Is Intensified With Each Ascending Step In The Natural Order?

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.

There Is Always A Certain Peace In Being What One Is, In Being That Completely.