Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
But love's a malady without a cure.
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.
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.
Love is love's reward.
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
Men are but children of a larger growth, our appetites as apt to change as theirs, and full as craving too, and full as vain.