Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.
Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.
I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?