Nothing Is So Painful To The Human

One As Deformed And Horrible As Myself, Could Not Deny Herself To Me. My Companion Must Be Of The Same Species, And Have The Same Defects... With Whom I Can Live In The Interchange Of Those Sympathies Necessary For My Being.

Even Where The Affections Are Not Strongly Moved By Any Superior Excellence, The Companions Of Our Childhood Always Possess A Certain Power Over Our Minds Which Hardly Any Later Friend Can Obtain. They Know Our Infantine Dispositions, Which, However They May Be Afterwards Modified, Are Never Eradicated; And They Can Judge Of Our Actions With More Certain Conclusions As To The Integrity Of Our Motives.

The World To Me Was A Secret, Which I Desired To Discover; To Her It Was A Vacancy, Which She Sought To People With Imaginations Of Her Own.

Ennui, The Demon, Waited At The Threshold Of His Noiseless Refuge, And Drove Away The Stirring Hopes And Enlivening Expectations, Which Form The Better Part Of Life.

From My Infancy I Was Imbued With High Hopes And A Lofty Ambition.