Where people are really attached, poverty itself is wealth.
she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.
Those who have not more must be satisfied with what they have.
How can I dispose of myself with it?
It was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.
Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility.