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

marriage is usually considered the grave, and not the cradle of love.

Ennui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form the better part of life.

Ah! it is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace.

To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death.

All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou are bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.