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.

What is there so fearful as the expectation of evil tidings delayed? ... Misery is a more welcome visitant when she comes in her darkest guise and wraps us in perpetual black, for then the heart no longer sickens with disappointed hope.

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!

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

My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.

His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.