High Romanticism shows you nature in all its harsh and lovely metamorphoses. Flood fire and quake fling us back to the primal struggle for survival and reveal our gross dependency on mammoth still mysterious forces.
I was a little doubtful about the propriety of going to the Mammoth Cave without a gentleman escort but if two ladies travel alone they must have the courage of men.
I will govern my life and thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and read the other for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor when to God who is the searcher of our hearts all our privacies are open?