The Agony Of My Feelings Allowed Me

There Is Something So Different In Venice From Any Other Place In The World, That You Leave At Once All Accustomed Habits And Everyday Sights To Enter An Enchanted Garden.

What Are We, The Inhabitants Of This Globe, Least Among The Many That People Infinite Space? Our Minds Embrace Infinity; The Visible Mechanism Of Our Being Is Subject To Merest Accident.

You Will Rejoice To Hear That No Disaster Has Accompanied The Commencement Of An Enterprise Which You Have Regarded With Such Evil Forebodings.

Life And Death Appeared To Me Ideal Bounds, Which I Should First Break Through, And Pour A Torrent Of Light Into Our Dark World.

When Falsehood Can Look So Like The Truth, Who Can Assure Themselves Of Certain Happiness?