One can be well-bred and write bad poetry

How strange it is to see with how much passion People see things only in their own fashion!

What a terrible thing to be a great lord, yet a wicked man.

What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths. It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do. A lover whose passion is extreme loves even the faults of the beloved

A laudation in Greek is of marvellous efficacy on the title-page of a book.