We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.

The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.

No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.

Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.

We are ourselves our happiness.