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

...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.

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.

A mind of moderate capacity which closely pursues one study must infallibly arrive at great proficiency in that study.

Live, and be happy, and make others so.

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

These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous, and magnificent, yet so vicious and base? He appeared at one time a mere scion of the evil principle and at another as all that can be conceived of noble and godlike.