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

All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.

If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.

No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.

Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confess An unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin In missing each that salutory rein Of reason, and the grinding will of man.

The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.