In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane.
It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts, you have no idea of the pain it gives one.
My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.