What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me?

I possess the faculty of enjoying the company of those I - of my friends as well in silence as in conversation.

But, God knows best, I concluded.

A man must have something to grumble about; and if he cant complain that his wife harries him to death with her perversity and ill-humour, he must complain that she wears him out with her kindness and gentleness.

There is always a but in this imperfect world.

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

There is perfect love in heaven!