The resource of puns, jests, gossiping and scandal, was all that remained.

In solitude especially is it, that the advantage of living with a person who knows how to think is particularly felt.

I wanted not this resource to amuse myself with her; but she would have stood in need of it to have always found amusement with me.

The worst of all was our being obliged to hold our conversations when we could; her mother, who become importunate, obliged me to watch for opportunities to do it.

I was under constraint in my own house: this is saying everything; the air of love was prejudicial to good friendship.