All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape.

The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine.

Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.

She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects. The first of those sorrows which are sent to wean us from the earth had visited her, and its dimming influence quenched her dearest smiles.

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

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

Devil, do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?