... true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity.
Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.
of all the follies that we can commit, the greatest is to hesitate.
Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.
The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.
Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.