When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
Love is love's reward.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
But love's a malady without a cure.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
War is the trade of Kings.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.