Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
I love not man the less, but nature more.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.