When love is not madness, it is not love.

No virtue can be real that has not been tried. The gold in the crucible alone is perfect; the loadstone tests the steel, and the diamond is tried by the diamond, while metals gleam the brighter in the furnace.

Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.

And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death

The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.

Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?

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.