Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.
Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.