Paradise is open to all kind hearts.
What divides men is less a difference in ideas than a likeness in pretensions.
Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.
Our friends, the enemy.
Many have lived on a pedestal who will never have a statue when dead.
Flow wine, smile woman, and the universe is consoled.