Retribution, swift vengeance, eternal malice was in his whole aspect, and spite of all that mortal man could do, the solid white buttress of his forehead smote the ship’s starboard bow, till men and timbers reeled. The heart of a witch is interesting. They love deep, but usually have a series of short relationships because of their profession. Because of the rapid turnover, they do have the capacity to love, but be careful with them. If you play with their heart, but love them, they can go cold and lose feelings for you. It is the guilty heart, not the guilty hand, which merits the vengeance of Heaven. A single deed of violence and cruelty affects our nerves more than when these are exercised on a more extended scale. There are somethings so outrageously suspicious in the nature of all vice, especially when joined with any great degree of pride, that the eyes of those whom we imagine privy to our failing are intolerable to us, and we are apt to aggravate their opinions to our disadvantage far beyond their reality. He who will act villainously in the transactions of private life cannot lay aside his nature when he acts for the public. Things are so little different from one another, that there is no making pleasure out of anything.

It is impossible to gaze always upon a lovely countenance with equal admiration, for the senses becoming saturated, the heart requires something more—something to interest, to delight, to fix beyond the moment. So fearful is love, so bashful is virginity, that neither has the courage to reveal what each languishes to make known. It is a strange thing that we cannot submit with equanimity to evils in the moral World, as we do in the natural. We expect a fair day, and there comes a foul. Is it any gratification to us, to beat the air, or stamp upon the puddle? Who would thinking of giving the cowskin to a hurricane? However possible it may be to support disappointed love with patience, it is one of the characteristical marks of disappointed vanity, to throw the mind into perturbation and impatience. Vanity seems to cheat many men and women out of their honor. That light is the ray of rays, the sun of suns, the moon of moons, the star of stars. It is the light of Terewth. It is a good maxim to trust a person entirely or not at all; for a secret is often innocently blabbed out by those who know but half of it. I cannot stand much romance; I always distrust. One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering.

Would you rather not suffer than be a defrauder? He that kills another can but commit murder upon his body; but for one to kill himself is to kill body and soul at once. Suicide is contrary to the first law of nature, self-preservation; and it shocks the natural feelings and common apprehensions of all mankind. Whatever philosophy and experience may pretend on such subjects, it is certain that man is disposed to be superstitious in respect to the secret influences that guide his fortunes, in the dark passage of the World. Mankind is not so depraved to hate anyone for being possessed of superior qualities, but when they find them worn with an assuming air. The wound that bleedeth inward is most dangerous, the fire kept close burnest most furious, the oven dammed up baketh soonest, sores having no vent fester inwardly. It is not the persecution, but the broken heart which is annexed to it, that makes the difference between the tyrant and the sufferer. In mere corporal exertion the hunter perhaps is upon a level with the miserable animal he pursues. The self-destroyer is his own enemy. If the love is hurting you, your heart may stop loving the object of its affection. It is the nature of an anonymous correspondence to be attended with very disadvantageous circumstances: surprise and suspicion.