Hatred is a heavy burden. It sinks the heart deep in the breast, and lies like a tombstone on all joys.

Perseverance is a silent power that grows irresistibly greater with time.

So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Passions are vices or virtues to their highest powers.

Mere curiosity adds wings to every step.

Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.