When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock.
But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.
You may deem me romantic, dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend.
How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!
To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death."
Nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose- a point on which the soul can focus its intellectual eye.
