Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.
I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.
I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.
The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.