This is a strange distemper of mine.

Yesterday I seemed in perfect health, and to-morrow I shall be an insensible corpse.

How curious is the line that separates life and death to mortal men! To be at one moment active, gay, penetrating, with stores of knowledge at one's command, capable of delighting, instructing, and animating mankind, and the next, lifeless and loathsome, an incumbrance upon the face of the earth! Such is the history of many men, and such will be mine.
"I feel as if I had yet much to do in the world; but it will not be.

I must be contented with what is past.

It is in vain that I muster all my spirits to my heart.