He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Frienship is eros...without wings

And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.