Mary Wollstonecraft,
Letters Written during a Short Residence in Sweden…
(1796)
“ I soon became expert, and my train of thinking kept time, as it were, with the oars, or I suffered the boat to be carried along by the current, indulging a pleasing forgetfulness or fallacious hopes. How fallacious! yet, without hope, what is to sustain life, but the fear of annihilation--the only thing of which I have ever felt a dread. I cannot bear to think of being no more--of losing myself--though existence is often but a painful consciousness of misery ”
