Man has not a greater enemy than himself.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.

All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances

Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.

Books have led some to learning and others to madness.