But he found that a traveller's life is one that includes much pain amidst its enjoyments. His feelings are for ever on the stretch; and when he begins to sink into repose, he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in pleasure for something new, which again engages his attention, and which also he forsakes for other novelties.

My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.

All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape.

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being

I saw no cause for their unhappiness, but I was deeply affected by it. If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.

I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled, and whom all men disowned?

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.