It is the common failing of an ambitious mind to over-rate itself.

It is said there is no happiness, and no love to be compared to that which is felt for the first time. Most persons erroneously think so; but love like other arts requires experience, and terror and ignorance, on its first approach, prevent our feeling it as strongly as at a later period.

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

a weak and irresolute disposition is often more destructive than determined vice.

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.

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