Came but for friendship, and took away love.
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
Courage is the fear of being thought a coward.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.