I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

He is not to them what he is to me," I thought: "he is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine- I am sure he is- I feel akin to him- I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.

If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

[I]n his presence I thoroughly lived.

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

I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.