I thought I was upon the point of filling it up forever.

This young person, amiable by a thousand excellent qualities, and at that time by her form, without the shadow of art or coquetry, would have confined within herself my whole existence, could hers, as I had hoped it would, have been totally confined to me.

I had nothing to fear from men; I am certain of being the only man she ever really loved and her moderate passions seldom wanted another not even after I ceased in this respect to be one to her.

I had no family; she had one; and this family was composed of individuals whose dispositions were so different from mine, that I could never make it my own.

This was the first cause of my unhappiness.