It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.