I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

. . . there is no perfect knowledge which can be entitled ours, that is innate; none but what has been obtained from experience, or derived in some way from our senses.

It is best to love wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.

Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best. Hari -William M. Thackeray.