All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.
The miller imagines that the corn grows only to make his mill turn.
We all of us live upon the past, and through the past we are destroyed.
Could we perfect human nature, we might also expect a perfect state of things.
There is no crime of which I do not deem myself capable.
Wherever a man may happen to turn, whatever a man may undertake, he will always end up by returning to that path which nature has marked out for him.