Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?

Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman's destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.

We love because we love.

A woman in love has full intelligence of her power; the more virtuous she is, the more effective her coquetry.

Emulation admires and strives to imitate great actions; envy is only moved to malice.