Friends, in my experience, are like ladies' fashions. They come and go with the seasons, and are rarely of such stout stuff as bears repeated wearing.
Even the wisest counsel is useless when it is unheeded.
I would rather spend an hour among the notorious than two minutes with the dull.
When a quiet man is moved to passion, it seems the very earth will shake.
I never feel that I have comprehended an emotion, or fully lived even the smallest events, until I have reflected upon it in my journal; my pen is my truest confidant, holding in check the passions and disappointments that I dare not share even with my beloved.