But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe -- you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
The busy have no time for tears.
I know that two and two make four -- and should be glad to prove it too if I could -- though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Her great merit is finding out mine -- there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
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.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.