...once I Falsely Hoped To

I Ought To Be Thy Adam, But I Am Rather The Fallen Angel.

If Our Impulses Were Confined To Hunger, Thirst, And Desire, We Might Be Nearly Free; But Now We Are Moved By Every Wind That Blows And A Chance Word Or Scene That That Word May Convey To Us.

But Success Shall Crown My Endeavours. Wherefore Not? Thus Far I Have Gone, Tracking A Secure Way Over The Pathless Seas: The Very Stars Themselves Being Witnesses And Testimonies Of My Triumph. Why Not Still Proceed Over The Untamed Yet Obedient Element? What Can Stop The Determined Heart And Resolved Will Of Man?

Nothing Is So Painful To The Human Mind As A Great And Sudden Change.

Her Countenance Was All Expression; Her Eyes Were Not Dark But Impenetrably Deep; You Seemed To Discover Space After Space In Their Intellectual Glance.