Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.
It is better to drink of deep grief than to taste shallow pleasures.
Men of gravity are intellectual stammerers, whose thoughts move slowly.
The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.
The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it.
A King (as such) is not a great man. He has great power, but it is not his own.