My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.

...learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.

What is there so fearful as the expectation of evil tidings delayed? ... Misery is a more welcome visitant when she comes in her darkest guise and wraps us in perpetual black, for then the heart no longer sickens with disappointed hope.

One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought

Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.

Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.