Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.
Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.