There isn’t a doubt in my mind that we could be perfect for each others life. It’s our lives that aren’t perfect for us.[to Sydney]
We are born with faculties and powers capable almost of any thing, such at least as would carry us farther than can easily be imagined: but it is only the exercise of those powers, which gives us ability and skill in any thing, and leads us towards perfection.
Not seeing people permits us to imagine in them every perfection.[Ne pas voir les gens, cela permet de leur supposer toutes les perfections.]