Love is love's reward.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Honor is but an empty bubble.
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
All heiresses are beautiful.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
And plenty makes us poor.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
But love's a malady without a cure.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.