Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.

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

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

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

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.

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

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.