The English winter – ending in July to recommence in August.
Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t’other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
To have joy, one must share it.
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
The busy have no time for tears.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.