Mortal beauty stings while it delights.

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

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.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

Qualities not regulated run into their opposites. Economy before competence is meanness after it. Therefore economy is for the poor; the rich may dispense with it.

There will always be romance in the world so long as there are young hearts in it.

Care, admitted as guest, quickly turns to be master.