One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I’ll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
No words suffice the secret soul to show, for Truth denies all eloquence to Woe.
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices.
Man’s conscience is the Oracle of God.
Man is born passionate of body – but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his Main-spring of Mind. – But God help us all! – It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Lovers may [be] – and indeed generally are – enemies – but they never can be friends – because there must always be a spice of jealousy – and a something of Self in all their speculations.
Love will find its way through paths where wolves would fear to prey.
Love in this part of the world is no sinecure.
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogethery, then inarticulate, and then drunk.
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe – you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
