Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.

I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.

The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.

Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touches.

Nothing is too high for a man to reach, but he must climb with care and confidence