One must never have spared oneself, one must have acquired hardness as a habit to be cheerful and in good spirits in the midst of nothing but hard truths.

It is not in our hands to prevent our birth; but we can correct this mistake - for in some cases it is a mistake.

Every week we ought to have one hour for recieving letters, then go take a bath.

We take a fancy to something: and scarcely have we thoroughly taken a fancy to it when that tyrant in us calls out: "Give me thatin sacrifice"--and we give it.

The thought of suicide is a great source of comfort: with it a calm passage is to be made across many a bad night.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity- and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.

Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall.