Character is constructed amidst the tempests of the World

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!

Must it ever be thus-that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harrasses me.

To make converts is the natural ambition of everyone.

One lives but once in the world.

We should know mankind better if we were not so anxious to resemble one another.

Whoever makes it a rule to test action by thought, thought by action, cannot falter, and if he does, will soon find his way back to the right road.