"But soon," he cried, with sad and solemn enthusiasm, "I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinc… - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.

I spoke of my desire of finding a friend, of my thirst for a more intimate sympathy with a fellow mind than had ever fallen to my lot, and expressed my conviction that a man could boast of little happiness who did not enjoy this blessing.

The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in the excess of grief.

if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.