... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.
To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.
Nothing is ever so good or so bad in reality as it is in the anticipation.
To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.
Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does.
To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness ... as if I had never existed.