Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.

Intemperance is the plaque of sensuality, and temperance is not its bane but its seasoning.

I consider it equal injustice to set our heart against natural pleasures and to set our heart too much on them. We should neither pursue them, nor flee them; we should accept them.

But sure there is need of other remedies than dreaming, a weak contention of art against nature.

The share we have in the knowledge of truth, such as it is, has not been acquired by our own powers. God has taught ushis wonderful secrets; our faith is not of our acquiring, it is purely the gift of another's bounty.

If love and ambition should be in equal balance, and come to jostle with equal force, I make no doubt but that the last would win the prize.