There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats.
Opposition to a man in love is like oil to fire.
There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.
The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!
The art of pleasing is more based on the art of seeming pleased than people think of, and she disarmed the prejudices of her enemies by the unaffected delight she appeared to take in themselves.