I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could … - Mary Wollstonecraft

Thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of earth, nor of heaven, could redeem my soul from woe: the very accents of love were ineffectual. I was encompassed by a cloud which no benefical influence could penetrate. The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrodden brake, there to gaze upon the arrow which had pierced it, and to die - was but a type of me.

The endeavor to keep alive any hoary establishment beyond its natural date is often pernicious and always useless.

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.