No receipt openeth the heart, but a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes, suspicions, counsels, and whatsoever lieth upon the heart to oppress it.

We rarely confide in those who are better than we are.

Shyness has laws: you can only give yourself, tragically, to those who least understand.

It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.

If thou tellest the sorrows of thy heart, let it be to him in whose countenance thou mayst be assured of prompt consolation.