In books too, as well as in music, she courted the misery which a contrast between the past and present was certain of giving.

The past, present, and future, were all equally in gloom.

They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.

When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.