...learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
Evil thenceforth became my good.
Elegance is inferior to virtue.
The time at length arrives, when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished.
And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.