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

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

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

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

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.

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.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.