Memory is ever active, ever true. Alas, if it were only as easy to forget!
What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.
It requires infinitely a greater genius to make love, than to make war.
Gentleness! more powerful than Hercules.
Wit is a dangerous talent in friendship.
Shall I tell you what makes love so dangerous? 'Tis the too high idea we are apt to form of it.