When A Sonnet Is Mediocre It Is

If I Had Married A Woman Intelligent Enough To Guide Me, To Rule Me Without My Feeling That I Was Ruled, I Should Have Taken Good Care Of My Money, I Should Have Had Children, And I Should Not Be, As Now I Am, Alone In The World And Possessing Nothing.

I Have Loved Women Even To Madness, But I Have Always Loved Liberty Better.

The Man Who Forgets Does Not Forgive, He Only Loses The Remembrance; Forgiveness Is The Offspring Of A Noble Heart, Of A Generous Mind, Whilst Forgetfulness Is Only The Result Of A Weak Memory, Or Of An Easy Carelessness.

One Who Makes No Mistakes Makes Nothing

Real Love Is The Love That Sometimes Arises After Sensual Pleasure: If It Does, It Is Immortal; The Other Kind Inevitably Goes Stale, For It Lies In Mere Fantasy.