What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.
Hope is love's happiness, but not its life.
A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.
We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.
Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.
who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?