The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
I do not wish women to have power over men but over themselves.
The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
My dreams were all my own I accounted for them to nobody they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.
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.