There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane.
Romances I never read like those I have seen.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever.
The way to be immortal (I mean not to die at all) is to have me for your heir. I recommend you to put me in your will and you will see that (as long as I live at least) you will never even catch cold.
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
Brave men are all vertebrates; they have their softness on the surface and their toughness in the middle.
Adversity is the first path to truth; He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won the experience which is deemed so weighty
There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, Adversity is the first path to truth
Smiles form the channel of a future tear.
Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.
Poetry should only occupy the idle.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
The dew of compassion is a tear.