God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.