Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.
Passion looks not beyond the moment of its existence. Better, it says, the kisses of love to day, than the felicities of heaven afar off.
All good writing leaves something unexpressed.
Alas, the transports beauty can inspire!
Whether one talks well depends very much upon whom he has to talk to.
Our first and last love is self-love.