My Father Was Not Scientific,

Life Is Obstinate And Clings Closest Where It Is Most Hated.

The Moon Gazed On My Midnight Labours, While, With Unrelaxed And Breathless Eagerness, I Pursued Nature To Her Hiding Places.

It May...be Judged Indecent In Me To Come Forward On This Occasion; But When I See A Fellow-creature About To Perish Through The Cowardice Of Her Pretended Friends, I Wish To Be Allowed To Speak, That I May Say What I Know Of Her Character.

Marriage Is Usually Considered The Grave, And Not The Cradle Of Love.

Sorrow Only Increased With Knowledge.