the sins of children rise up in judgment against their parents.

He is mad, bad and dangerous to know.

real misery delights not in reproaches and complaints. It is like charity and love - silent, long suffering and mild.

My life has not been the best possible. The slave of impulse, I have rushed forward to my own destruction.

the sins of children rise up in judgment against their parents.

I possessed what is called the best of hearts -- a dangerous possession, as it is generally accompanied by the strongest passions, and the weakest judgment.

Nature formed me fierce.