Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.
The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.
I shall be as secret as the grave.
Woman's advice has little value, but he who won't take it is a fool.
I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.