Date: 1800

The mind may be in "too great a tumult for deliberation and forecast"

— 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)

Date: 1800

The whole heart may be poured forth in a letter

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

The soul may be thrown into tumults

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"The image of Achsa filled my fancy, but it was the harbinger of nothing but humiliation and sorrow."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

The heart may be sore

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"My curiosity grew more eager, in proportion as it was supplied with food, and every day added strength to the assurance that I was no insignificant and worthless being."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"The pen is a pacifyer. It checks the mind's career; it circumscribes her wanderings."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"Her mind was indeed more fertile than my own in those topics which take away its keenest edge from affliction."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"I merely write to allay those tumults which our necessary separation produces; to aid me in calling up a little patience, till the time arrives, when our persons, like our minds, shall be united forever."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)