Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

Solitude and reflection are necessary to give to wishes the force of passions.

It is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace. The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief.

Live, and be happy, and make others so.

The labours of men of genius, however erroneously directed, scarcely ever fail in ultimately turning to the solid advantage of mankind.

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!