If this man had not twelve thousand a year, he would be a very stupid fellow.
Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.
It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us.
What! Would I be turned back from doing a thing that I had determined to do, and that I knew to be right, by the airs and interference of such a person, or any person I may say? No, I have no idea of being so easily persuaded. When I have made up my mind, I have made it.
With a book he was regardless of time.
Time will explain.