True melancholy breeds your perfect, fine wit, sir.

Like all the cultivated he believed that only the widely read could be said to know that they were unhappy

If misery loves company, misery has company enough.

Is anyone in all the world Safe from unhappiness?

Our aches and pains conform to opinion. A man's as miserable as he thinks he is.

It would hardly be possible to exaggerate man's wretchedness if it were not so easy to overestimate his sensibility

Since unhappiness excites interest, many, in order to render themselves interesting, feign unhappiness.

Only those sadnesses are dangerous and bad which one carries about among people in order to drown them out.

Life is so full of miseries, minor and major; they press so close upon us at every step of the way, that it is hardly worthwhile to call one another's attention to their presence.

The wretched reflect either too much or too little.

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

For the unhappy man death is the commutation of a sentence of life imprisonment.

There are no grounds for supposing that one can live a life without pain and sadness, but is it wrong to believe that somehow, somewhere, this is possible?

Naught so sweet as melancholy.

Melancholy cannot be clearly proved to others, so it is better to be silent about it.

Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.

A man should always consider how much he has more than he wants, and how much more unhappy he might be than he really is.

Your heart just breaks, that's all. But you can't judge or point fingers. You just have to be lucky enough to find someone who appreciates you.

I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone.