Lovers may [be] – and indeed generally are – enemies – but they never can be friends – because there must always be a spice of jealousy – and a something of Self in all their speculations.
Love will find its way through paths where wolves would fear to prey.
Love in this part of the world is no sinecure.
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogethery, then inarticulate, and then drunk.
Life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Let none think to fly the danger, for soon or late Love is his own avenger.
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe – you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
In secret we met, in silence I grieve, that thy heart could forget, thy spirit deceive.
In her first passion woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue – is hypocrisy.
If we must have a tyrant – let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher’s cleaver.
