Platonic love is platonic nonsense.

There hardly can be a greater difference between any two men, than there too often is, between the same man, a lover and a husband.

Good men must be affectionate men.

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.

What pleasure can those over-happy persons know, who, from their affluence and luxury, always eat before they are hungry and drink before they are thirsty?

Would Alexander, madman as he was, have been so much a madman, had it not been for Homer?

There is a good and a bad light in which every thing that befalls us may be taken. If the human mind will busy itself to make theworst of every disagreeable occurrence, it will never want woe.