Business before pleasure.
Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.
No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.
Youth is a season that has no repose.
Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.
Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?