Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life

One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.