Those who do not weep, do not see.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

Et mon cœur est soumis, mais n’est pas résigné.

One day of happiness is worth more than a lifetime of sorrow .... Under ordinary circumstances, jealousy is a suspicion to the person who excites it and degrading to the person who indulges it.

Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.

Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.