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