It is by women that nature writes on the hearts of men.

The heart that is conscious of its own integrity is ever slow to credit another´s treachery.

Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.

I'm called away by particular business - but I leave my character behind me

That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

I loved him for himself alone.

Sheer necessity,-the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.