The labours of men of genius, however erroneously directed, scarcely ever fail in ultimately turning to the solid advantage of mankind.

Evil thenceforth became my good.

I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.

Standing armies can never consist of resolute robust men; they may be well-disciplined machines, but they will seldom contain men under the influence of strong passions, or with very vigorous faculties.

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.