Love like Death,, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the scepter

If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues.

The faults of a brilliant writer are never dangerous on the long run; a thousand people read his work who would read no other; inquiry is directed to each of his doctrines; it is soon discovered what is sound and what is false; the sound become maxims, and the false beacons.

What is past is past, there is a future left to all men, who have the virtue to repent and the energy to atone.

Let youth cherish sleep, the happiest of earthly boons, while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds" shall bring back the sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes as unbidden as the dews.

A woman too often reasons from her heart; hence two-thirds of her mistakes and her troubles.

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.