" You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest. "
" You have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness. "
" I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to man has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams. "