There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone and that I have no one to tell it to.
I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind -...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Hope is the struggle of the soul breaking loose from what is perishable and attesting her eternity.
