He who can simulate sanity will be sane.

Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.

To dismiss a guest is a more ungracious act than not to admit him at all.

Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.

A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.

Excessive love in loathing ever ends.

Love, and a cough, are not concealed.