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