There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.