Patience is a flatterer, sir and an ass, sir

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

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

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

He that knew all that learning ever writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet.

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