This restless scepticism has often been to me a torment in something the same way as that burden of which you speak.

Often, often, I would so gladly surrender myself to my instincts of passion and delight.

I may change; I may perhaps some day attain rest in an absolute ideal.

If I do, it will be through the help of one who shall become to me that ideal personified, who shall embody all the purer elements of my nature, and speak to me as with the voice of my own soul." She hung upon his words, and an involuntary sigh, born of the intensity of the moment, trembled on her lips.
"I have spoken to you," he said, after what seemed a long silence, "with a sincerity which was the due return for your own.

I could have shown myself in a more pleasing light.