Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.
The joy of the mind is the measure of its strength.
There is a certain time of life, when we value a good stomach more than the mind.
Shall I tell you what makes love so dangerous? 'Tis the too high idea we are apt to form of it.
There is always a moment in the pyramid of our lives when the apex is reached.
Memory is ever active, ever true. Alas, if it were only as easy to forget!