Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.
Emulation admires and strives to imitate great actions; envy is only moved to malice.
Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.
We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.
But does not happiness come from the soul within?