How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster!
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"The world was to me a secret which I desired to divine."
"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
"Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin."
"It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with."
"I need not describe the feelings of those whose dearest ties are rent by that most irreparable evil, the void that presents itself to the soul, and the despair that is exhibited on the countenance."
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