Base souls have no faith in great individuals.

The more humanity owes him, the more society denies him. Every door is shut against him, even when he has a right to its being opened: and if he ever obtains justice, it is with much greater difficulty than others obtain favors.

That which renders life burdensome to us generally arises from the abuse of it.

This dog, which, although no beauty, was of an uncommon breed, I had made my friend and companion; and it certainly deserved the name better than the majority of those who had assumed it.

She was dull, unattractive, couldn't tell the time, count money or tie her own shoe laces... But I loved her

I have always said and felt that true enjoyment can not be described.

The mind grows narrow in proportion as the soul grows corrupt.