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

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

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

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

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

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