Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.
A friend is never alarmed for us in the right place.
All beginnings are very troublesome things.
who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?
Good taste is his religion, his morality, his standard, and his test.