Society always consists in the greatest part, of young and foolish persons.

Each particle is a microcosm, and faithfully renders the likeness of the world.

A beautiful woman is a practical poet, taming her savage mate, planting tenderness, hope and eloquence in all whom she approaches.

The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to hermother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.

Beware of too much good staying in your hand. It will fast corrupt and worm worms. Pay it away quickly in some sort.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser.

If you believe in fate, believe in it, at least, for your good.