The joy of the mind is the measure of its strength.
Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices.
Novelty is the storehouse of pleasure.
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.
Fair is not fair, but that which pleaseth.
It requires infinitely a greater genius to make love, than to make war.