I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Let us be very strange and well-bred:Let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while;And as well-bred as if we were not married at all.
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.