Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

If thou be industrious to procure wealth, be generous in the disposal of it. Man never is so happy as when he giveth happiness unto another.

Whenever I hear French spoken as I approve, I find myself quietly falling in love

Oh, better, no doubt, is a dinner of herbs, When seasoned by love, which no rancor disturbs, And sweetened by all that is sweetest in life, Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten with strife

Love is the business of the idle, but the idleness of the busy

A fool flatters himself, a wise man flatters the fool.