The history of a man is in his character.

Some people spend the day in complaining of a headache, and the night in drinking the wine that gives it.

We are our own aptest deceiver.

Everything is hard before it is easy.

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.

Great necessity elevates man, petty necessity casts him down

If you wish to advance into the infinite, explore the finite in all directions.