Truly disappointment is the guardian deity of human life; she sits at the threshold of unborn time, and marshals the events as they come forth.

I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.

Live, and be happy, and make others so.

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

My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.

Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.