A thing well said will be wit in all languages. To die is landing on some distant shore. And love's the noblest frailty of the mind. Beware the fury of a patient man. It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul. Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds. Never was patriot yet, but was a fool. Not to ask is not be denied.