I am always easy of belief when the creed pleases me.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

The ease of his manner freed me from painful restraint; the friendly frankness, as correct as cordial, with which he treated me, drew me to him

Fortune is proverbially called changeful, yet her caprice often takes the form of repeating again and again a similar stroke of luck in the same quarter.

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.

What delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has seized me?