Romance is the poetry of literature.
Gallantry thrives most in the atmosphere of the court.
That woman is happiest whose life is passed in the shadow of a manly, loving heart.
Too many wish to be happy before becoming wise.
It were no virtue to bear calamities if we did not feel them.
Reason ought not, like vanity, to adorn herself with ancient parchments, and the display of a genealogical tree; more dignified in her proceedings, and proud of her immortal nature, she ought to derive everything from herself.