The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.
How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!
Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
For man's greatest crime is to have been born.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.