All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.