Passion is born deaf and dumb.
The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.
Pure herring oil is the port wine of English cats
The greatest joy a petty soul can taste is to dupe a great soul and catch it in a snare.
Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.
There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.