Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

Time will explain.

I am only resolved to act in that manner, which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

How clever you are, to know something of which you are ignorant.

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.