You?
the admired! the worshipped! the luxurious!--and no blame to you that you are what you were born--could you endure a little parsonage, the teaching village school-children, tending dirty old women, and petty cares the whole year round ?" "Mr.Headley," answered she, slowly and calmly, in her turn, "I could endure a cottage,--a prison, I fancy, at moments,--to escape from this world, of which I am tired, which will soon be tired of me: from women who envy me, impute to me ambitions as base as their own; from men who admire--not me, for they do not know me, and never will--but what in me -- I hate them!--will give them pleasure.

I hate it all, despise it all; despise myself for it all every morning when I wake! What does it do for me, but rouse in me the very parts of my own character which are most despicable, most tormenting?
If it goes on, I feel I could become as frivolous, as mean, aye, as wicked as the worst.

You do not know--you do not know--.

I have envied the nuns their convents.

I have envied Selkirk his desert island.