“Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?
““I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
“I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman, they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence
“We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself
“How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of beginnings, story without end, each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!