Oh what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour.
He that knew all that learning ever writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet.
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.