She likes herself yet others hates For that which in herself she prizes, And while she laughs at th

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes, And while she laughs at them forgets, She is the thing that she despises.

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'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.

I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.