It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.
Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.
Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human.
There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.
In marriage, as in chemistry, opposites have often an attraction.
The past is perpetual youth to the heart.