But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.

How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!

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

The brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband's greatest torments

And why should he interest himself at all in my moral and intellectual capacities: what is it to him what I think and feel?' I asked myself. And my heart throbbed in answer to the question.

I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other.

There is always a but in this imperfect world.