Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Colors speak all languages.

Good-nature is more agreeable in conversation than wit, and gives a certain air to the countenance which is more amiable than beauty.

True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self, and, in the next, from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.

Colors speak all languages.

Love is a second life ...

Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it be still fed with fresh discoveries, and kept alive by a new perpetual succession of miracles rising up to its view.

There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.