“If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.”
“Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.”
“The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.”
“O mortals, how long will you be heavy-hearted? Life has come down to you, and are you reluctant to ascend and live? But what room is there for you to ascend, you with your high-flown ways and lofty talk? Come down, that you may ascend, ascend even to God...”
“A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.”
“Sometimes conceiving an affection for an animal is easier than for a human.”