The instructor can scarcely give sensibility where it is essentially wanting, nor talent to the unpercipient block. But he can cultivate and direct the affections of the pupil, who puts forth, as a parasite, tendrils by which to cling, not knowing to what - to a supporter or a destroyer.

What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.

A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.

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

Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.

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.