…but Then I Am Unlike Other People

Seldom, Very Seldom, Does Complete Truth Belong To Any Human Disclosure; Seldom Can It Happen That Something Is Not A Little Disguised, Or A Little Mistaken.

I Will Not Say That Your Mulberry Trees Are Dead; But I Am Afraid They're Not Alive.

That Is What I Like; That Is What A Young Man Ought To Be. Whatever Be His Pursuits, His Eagerness In Them Should Know No Moderation, And Leave Him No Sense Of Fatigue.

We Can All Begin Freely—a Slight Preference Is Natural Enough; But There Are Very Few Of Us Who Have Heart Enough To Be Really In Love Without Encouragement.

But To Appear Happy When I Am So Miserable — Oh! Who Can Require It?