Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

To forbid us anything is to make us have a mind to 't.

A father is very miserable who has no other hold on his children's affection than the need they have of his assistance, if that can be called affection.

Beauty is the true prerogative of women, and so peculiarly their own, that our sex, though naturally requiring another sort of feature, is never in its lustre but when puerile and beardless, confused and mixed with theirs.

No man is so exquisitely honest or upright in living, but that ten times in his life he might not lawfully be hanged.

While our pulse beats and we feel emotion, let us put off the business. Things will truly seem different to us when we have quieted and cooled down. It is passion that is in command at first, it is passion that speaks, it is not we ourselves.

Custom is a violent and treacherous school mistress. She, by little and lithe, slyly and unperceived, slips in the foot of her authority; but having by this gentle and humble beginning, with the benefit of time, fixed and established it, she then unmasks a furious and tyrannic countenance, against which we have no more the courage or the power so much as to lift up our eyes.