Shall I tell you what makes love so dangerous? 'Tis the too high idea we are apt to form of it.
The less heart, the more comfort.
There is a certain time of life, when we value a good stomach more than the mind.
Hatred is nearly always honest--rarely, if ever, assumed. So much cannot be said for love.
The joy of the mind is the measure of its strength.
Words really flattering are not those which we prepare but those which escape us unthinkingly.