Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.

Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.

I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.

Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

Jealousy, the old worm that bites.