At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.

Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.

How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!

What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?

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.

All just laws condemn cruelty.

When love is not madness, it is not love.