... one pets what one degrades; and one has to support what one has enfeebled
To see a shadow and think it is a tree that is a pity; but to see a tree and to think it a shadow can be fatal.
... a woman who has been a nun is never anything else.
There is no thermometer for wants!
Poets, when they write of love, give themselves and everyone else away!
the unfortunate thing about worldliness is that its rewards are rather less than its appetites.