Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.

Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.