To Love Is To Burn, To Be

Men Have Had Every Advantage Of Us In Telling Their Own Story. Education Has Been Theirs In So Much Higher A Degree; The Pen Has Been In Their Hands. I Will Not Allow Books To Prove Anything.

This Sweetest And Best Of All Creatures, Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.

They Walked On, Without Knowing In What Direction. There Was Too Much To Be Thought, And Felt, And Said, For Attention To Any Other Objects.

...when Pain Is Over, The Remembrance Of It Often Becomes A Pleasure.

How Can I Dispose Of Myself With It?