True, Heaven prohibits certain pleasures; but one can generally negotiate a compromise.
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.
Long is the road from conception to completion.
Malicious tongues spread their poison abroad and nothing here below is proof against them.
It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I'm right.