Yet some feelings, unallied to the dross of human nature, beat even in these rugged bosoms. - Mary Wollstonecraft

Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

allow me now to return to the cottagers, whose story excited in me such various feelings of indignation, delight, and wonder, but which all terminated in additional love and reverence for my protectors (for so I loved, in an innocent, half painful self-deceit, to call them).

I am not a person of opinions because I feel the counter arguments too strongly.