I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither.

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.