A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
Who loves, raves.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
Her great merit is finding out mine - there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
The busy have no time for tears.
I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe - you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
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.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.