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

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

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.

There is nothing so difficult to describe as happiness. Whether some feeling of envy enters into the mind upon hearing of it, or whether it is so calm, so unassuming, so little ostentatious in itself, that words give an imperfect idea of it, I know not. It is easier to enjoy it, than define it. ... and is oftener found at home, when home has not been embittered by dissensions, suspicions and guilt, than any where else upon earth. Yes, it is in home and in those who watch there for us.

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

Nature formed me fierce.

my mind is a world in itself, which I have peopled with my own creatures.