The concessions of the weak are the concessions of fear.
The yielding of the weak is the concession to fear.
Delusion and weakness produce not one mischief the less, because they are universal.
Who can know her, and himself, and entertain much hope? Who can see and know such a creature, and not love her to distraction? She has all the softness that does not imply weakness... she is not made to be the admiration of everybody, but the happiness of one.