Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity.
As love is the most noble and divine passion of the soul, so is it that to which we may justly attribute all the real satisfactions of life, and without it, man is unfinished, and unhappy.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.