Fairy roses, fairy rings, turn out sometimes troublesome things.
People hate as they love, unreasonably.
Almost all women have hearts full of pity.
I have seen no men in life loving their profession so much as painters, except, perhaps, actors, who, when not engaged themselves, always go to the play.
When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.
Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.