If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

Self praise is no praise at all.

He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain