Always Wanting Another Man Than Your Own.

The Defective Can Be More Than The Entire.

Sometimes I Shrink From Your Knowing What I Have Felt For You, And Sometimes I Am Distressed That All Of It You Will Never Know.

...our Impulses Are Too Strong For Our Judgement Sometimes

To Have Lost Is Less Disturbing Than To Wonder If We May Possibly Have Won; And Eustacia Could Now, Like Other People At Such A Stage, Take A Standing-point Outside Herself, Observe Herself As A Disinterested Spectator, And Think What A Sport For Heaven This Woman Eustacia Was.

Happiness Is But A Mere Episode In The General Drama Of Pain.