My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star. I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual. To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
History is the devil's scripture.
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. It is at present a sad jar of atoms. Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below. Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company. The summer of a dormouse.