Date: 1791, 1794

"'I cannot believe it possible,' said Montraville, 'that a mind once so pure as Charlotte Temple's, should so suddenly become the mansion of vice."

— Rowson, Susanna (1762-1828)

Date: 1799

The mind may be a theater "of discord and agony"

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1799

"My understanding was bemazed, and my senses were taught to distrust their own testimony"

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1799

"I endeavoured to shut out phantoms of the dying Wallace, and to forget the spectacle of domestic woes."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1799

"Immured in these dreary meditations, the night passed away."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"Every sense was an inlet of pleasure, because it was an avenue to knowledge; and my soul brooded over the world of ideas, and glowed with exultation at the grandeur and beauty of its own creations"

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"[I]f my heart thus bounds till its mansion scarcely hold it, what must be my state tomorrow!"

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)