See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?
The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay.
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
Caricature is rough truth.
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.