We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.
They are the weakest, however strong, who have no faith in themselves or their own powers.
Wine is a treacherous friend who you must always be on guard for.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
Partial culture runs to the ornate, extreme culture to simplicity.
It is ever the invisible that is the object of our profoundest worship. With the lover it is not the seen but the unseen that he muses upon.
