The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.