I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!
Come what may, I have been blest.
Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.