The Confidant Of My Vices Is My

What Sort Of God Would It Be, Who Only Pushed From Without.

The Coward Only Threatens When He Is Safe.

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.

What Men Usually Say Of Misfortunes, That They Never Come Alone, May With Equal Truth Be Said Of Good Fortune; Nay, Of Other Circumstances Which Gather Round Us In A Harmonious Way, Whether It Arise From A Kind Of Fatality, Or That Man Has The Power Of Attracting To Himself Things That Are Mutually Related.

We Can Most Safely Achieve Truly Universal Tolerance When We Respect That Which Is Characteristic In The Individual And In Nations, Clinging, Though, To The Conviction That The Truly Meritorious Is Unique By Belonging To All Of Mankind.