“ What is there in our nature that is for ever urging us on towards pain and misery? ”
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation, I am alone.
There was a considerable difference between the ages of my parents, but this circumstance seemed to unite them only closer in bonds of devoted affection.
Seek happiness in tranquility and avoid ambition even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries.
