The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it. [a predisposition to notice the beautiful, in everything.]

Great warriors, like great earthquakes, are principally remembered for the mischief they have done.

Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

He that shrinks from the grave with too great a dread, has an invisible fear behind him pushing him into it.

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

A genuine passion is like a mountain stream; it admits of no impediment; it cannot go backward; it must go forward.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.