Indiscretion and wickedness, be it known, are first cousins.

Fair is not fair, but that which pleaseth.

Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.

Shall I tell you what makes love so dangerous? 'Tis the too high idea we are apt to form of it.

Who has not raised a tombstone, here and there, over buried hopes and dead joys, on the road of life? Like the scars of the heart, they are not to be obliterated.

The mind has great advantages over the body; however the body often furnishes little treats ... which offer the mind relief from sad thoughts.

When our desires are fulfilled, we never fail to realize the wealth of imagination and the paucity of reality.