I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.
Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.
What is the truth, but a lie agreed upon.
A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling.
One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.
We are praised or blamed, as the one or the other may be expedient, for displaying to advantage our power of discernment.