Do you believe your heart to be, indeed, so hardened, that you can look without emotion on the suffering, to which you would condemn me?

Wisdom can boast no higher attainment than happiness.

I tasted too what was called the sweet of revenge - but it was transient, it expired even with the object, that provoked it.

When the mind has once begun to yield to the weakness of superstition, trifles impress it with the force of conviction.

And since, in our passage through this world, painful circumstances occur more frequently than pleasing ones, and since our sense of evil is, I fear, more acute than our sense of good, we become the victims of our feelings, unless we can in some degree command them.

I never trust people's assertions, I always judge of them by their actions.

When justice happens to oppose prejudice, we are apt to believe it virtuous to disobey her.