Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.
Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.
Curiosity and courtesy are very often at variance.
Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.
Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.
Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.