“Indifference and pride look very much alike, and he probably thought I was proud.”

“The invisible and the non-existent look very much alike.”

“THERE IS NO mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn--or worse, indifference--cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.”

“There is perhaps no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive. Even if I could conceive that I had completely overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility. ”

“Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike. We are alike.”

“Absence with the conviction probably of her indifference, had produced this very natural and desirable effect.”