Faint heart never won fair lady. >>
The eyes those silent tongues of love. >>
He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals. >>
A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does >>
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. >>
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love. >>
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.