I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
Who loves, raves.
Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.
Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Friendship is Love without his wings!