The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.
Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.
We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!