There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.

To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain for the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive.

How little of permanent happiness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue.

I am certainly the most fortunate creature that ever existed!

I have often observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our eyes.

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

We are all fools in love.