Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

To the thinker, the most trifling external object often suggests ideas, which, like Homer's chain, extend, link after link, from earth to heaven.

If aught be worse than failure from overstress of a life's prime purpose, it is to sit down content with a little success.

Love sacrifices all things to bless the thing it loves.

The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.

It is often the easiest move that completes the game. Fortune is like the lady whom a lover carried off from all his rivals by putting an additional lace upon his liveries.

Fate laughs at probabilities.