I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when my person reflected . . .

...if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.

Unhappy man! Do you share my maddness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!

Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!

My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.

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

The modern masters promise very little