The Heart Is Forever Making The Head

It Is Difficult To Define Love; All We Can Say Is, That In The Soul It Is A Desire To Rule, In The Mind It Is A Sympathy, And In The Body It Is A Hidden And Delicate Wish To Possess What We Love-plus Many Mysteries.

There Are Certain People Fated To Be Fools; They Not Only Commit Follies By Choice, But Are Even Constrained To Do So By Fortune.

To Boast That One Never Flirts Is Actually A Kind Of Flirtation.

No Man Can Love A Second Time The Person Whom He Has Once Truly Ceased To Love.

What Is Called Liberality Is Often Merely The Vanity Of Giving.