I soon forgot storm in music.

I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?

I have for the first time found what I can truly love- I have found you. You are my sympathy-my better self-my good angel-I am bound to you with a strong attachment.

Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive.

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.