“Do you think I
am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel
of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup?
Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and
heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much
heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have
made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not
talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of
mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had
passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
"The veil is torn…It is sad when one and the same heart is torn by such conflicting feelings for one person… I need to be alone. I am tired of grandeur; all my feelings have dried up. I no longer care about my glory. At twenty-nine I have exhausted everything."
"Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
offer’st me brass?"
That pirate, he's gonna be fine. And I am gonna be fine, too.
The End.....this is the final post of my blog.