Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Absence – that common cure of love.
Romances I ne’er read like those I have seen.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Life’s enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.