Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.
Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?
The truth is, we never make for others the allowance we make for ourselves; and we should deny even our own words, could we hear them spoken by another.
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.