Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

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.

Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?