I Loved My Country, And I Hated

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.

I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!