Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
I loved my country, and I hated him.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.