If One Acts Rightly And Honestly, It

Women's Virtue Is Frequently Nothing But A Regard To Their Own Quiet And A Tenderness For Their Reputation.

Time's Chariot-wheels Make Their Carriage-road In The Fairest Face.

Love Can No More Continue Without A Constant Motion Than Fire Can; And When Once You Take Hope And Fear Away, You Take From It Its Very Life And Being.

There Is A Sort Of Love Whose Very Excessiveness Prevents The Lover's Being Jealous.

As We Grow Older We Grow Both More Foolish And Wiser At The Same Time.