When I returned to London, and began this new life, the burden seemed all at once lifted from me.

I could look here and there with freedom; the sky was bright above me; human existence was cheerful and noble and justified in itself.

I began to learn a thousand things.

Above all, my mind fixed on Art; in that I thought I had found a support that would never fail me.
"Oh, why could it not last?
The clouds began to darken over me again.

I heard voices once which I had hoped were for ever silenced.