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.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)