There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things

I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.

Not to find pleasure in serious reading gives a pastel coloring to the mind.

We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing.

In all nations truth is the most sublime, the most simple, the most difficult, and yet the most natural thing.

It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.

We are never satisfied with having done well; and in endeavoring to do better, we do much worse.