My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.
We care not how many see us in choler, when we rave and bluster, and make as much noise and bustle as we can; but if the kindest and most generous affection comes across us, we suppress every sign of it, and hide ourselves in nooks and covert.
O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.
The heart that once has been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.