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

I see by your eagerness, and the wonder and hope which your eyes express, my friend, that you expect to be in formed of the secret with which I am acquainted. That cannot be.

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

The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.

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.

How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

I leave a sad and bitter world; and if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me.