"I can offer you no consolation, my friend," said he; "your disaster is irreparable. What do you intend to do?" - Mary Wollstonecraft

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.

In the present state of society it appears necessary to go back to first principles in search of the most simple truths, and to dispute with some prevailing prejudice every inch of ground. To clear my way, I must be allowed to ask some plain questions, and the answers will probably appear as unequivocal as the axioms on which reasoning is built; though, when entangled with various motives of action, they are formally contradicted either by the words or conduct of men.

theses bleak skies I hail, for they are kinder to me than ur fellow creatures .