We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.

Man is free; but not unless he believes he is[.]

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.

The sweetest pleasures are those which are hardest to be won.

I have always loved truth so passionately that I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it into the minds which were ignorant of its charms.

I always made my food congenial to my constitution, and my health was always excellent.

I have had friends who have acted kindly towards me, and it has been my good fortune to have it in my power to give them substantial proofs of my gratitude.