Wit catches of wit, as fire of fire.

Politics is the food of sense exposed to the hunger of folly.

Might not most men be as well named boys grown old.

No man ever reaches manhood till a woman's tenderness Is a part of his possession.

Though beauty is, with the most apt similitude, I had almost said with the most literal truth, called a flower that fades and dies almost in the very moment of its maturity; yet there is, methinks, a kind of beauty which lives even to old age; a beauty that is not in the features, but, if I may be allowed the expression, shines through them. As it is not merely corporeal it is not the object of mere sense, nor is it to be discovered but by persons of true taste and refined sentiment.

If they who understand the utmost refinement of any art will enjoy the perfection of it in a manner superior to other men, will they not amply pay for that advantage in feeling more than other men the imperfection of it, which in the natural course of things must so much oftener fall in their way?

Love will sacrifice more to others than friendship, but then it exacts more from them.