Why is it that man desires to be made sad, beholding doleful and tragical things, which yet himself would by no means suffer?

Nothing conquers except truth and the victory of truth is love.

Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says For the woman I love and the second, For my best friend.

This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.

I have learnt to love you late, Beauty at once so ancient and so new!

Carnal lust rules where there is no love of God.

The world is a great book, of which they that never stir from home read only a page.