Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.
A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .
Poetry is talking on tiptoe.
That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!