We All Love To Instruct, Though We

To Flatter And Follow Others, Without Being Flattered And Followed In Turn, Is But A State Of Half Enjoyment.

What Do You Know Of My Heart? What Do You Know Of Anything But Your Own Suffering?

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

Never Could I Expect To Be So Truly Beloved And Important; So Always First And Always Right In Any Man's Eyes As I Am In My Father's.

One Cannot Know What A Man Really Is By The End Of A Fortnight.