A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
Category Archive: January 22
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
‘Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Shakespeare’s name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
Opinions are made to be changed – or how is truth to be got at?
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.