I blame them not; they were deceived in my nature: but blame _me_ not too severely if my temper suffered from their mistake.

Your friendship came to me, not too late to save me from a premature misanthropy, but too late to eradicate every morbidity of mind.

Something of sternness on the one hand, and of satire on the other, has mingled so long with my better feelings that the taint and the stream have become inseparable.

Do not sigh, Aubrey.

To be unamiable is not to be ungrateful; and I shall not love you the less if I have but a few objects to love.