Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.

Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.

When the patient loves his disease, how unwilling he is to allow a remedy to be applied.

Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.

Ambition, having reached the summit, longs to descend.

Generosity is the accompaniment of high birth; pity and gratitude are its attendants.

A first impulse was never a crime.