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.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.

Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.

A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.