Habits change into character.

Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.

Very slight violence will break that which has once been cracked.

Although the power is lacking, the will is commendable.

What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.

I can't live without you or with you.