Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.

Just as much as we see in others we have in ourselves.

The truly proud man knows neither superiors or inferiors. The first he does not admit of - the last he does not concern himself about.

Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others!

Poetry is only the highest eloquence of passion, the most vivid form of expression that can be given to our conception of anything, whether pleasurable or painful, mean or dignified, delightful or distressing. It is the perfect coincidence of the image and the words with the feeling we have, and of which we cannot get rid in any other way, that gives an instant "satisfaction to the thought." This is equally the origin of wit and fancy, of comedy and tragedy, of the sublime and pathetic.

Well I've had a happy life.

The ignorance of the world leaves one at the mercy of its malice.