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

All just laws condemn cruelty.

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

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.

For man's greatest crime is to have been born.

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 fox is very cunning, but he is more cunning who catches the fox.