Nothing Is Good For A Nation But

The Errors Of The Observer Come From The Qualities Of The Human Mind.

Must It Ever Be Thus-that The Source Of Our Happiness Must Also Be The Fountain Of Our Misery? The Full And Ardent Sentiment Which Animated My Heart With The Love Of Nature, Overwhelming Me With A Torrent Of Delight, And Which Brought All Paradise Before Me, Has Now Become An Insupportable Torment, A Demon Which Perpetually Pursues And Harrasses Me.

In Every Artist There Is A Touch Of Audacity Without Which No Talent Is Conceivable.

When Intelligent And Sensible People Despise Knowledge In Their Old Age, It Is Only Because They Have Asked Too Much Of It And Of Themselves.

‎it Has Ever Been My Fate To Give Pain To Those Whose Happiness I Should Have Promoted.