The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.
If one is not virtuous he becomes vicious.
We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
The knowledge beyond all other knowledge is the knowledge how to excuse.
Love delights in paradoxes. Saddest when it has most reason to be gay, sighs are the signs of its deepest joy, and silence is the expression of its yearning tenderness.