My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print, but as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production, and as it will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone, I can hardly accuse myself of a personal intrusion.
Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.
I shall live to improve myself, to take care of my child and to render myself worthy to join him. Soon my weary pilgrimage will begin.
I do not wish them to have power over men, but over themselves.