For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron
One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah! at hearing one has got a fortune, one begins to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business; on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and brood over our bliss with a solemn brow. – Charlotte Bronte