We are most of us very lonely in the world. You who have any who love you, cling to them, and thank God. - William Makepeace Thackeray

If there is no love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied.

..though Miss Rebecca Sharp has twice had occasion to thank Heaven, it has been, in the first place, for ridding her of some person whom she hated, and secondly, for enabling her to bring her enemies to some sort of perplexity or confusion; neither of which are very amiable motives for religious gratitude,

...but think how mysterious and often unaccountable it is — that lottery of life which gives to this man the purple and fine linen, and sends to the other rags for garments and dogs for comforters.