Words
Aphra Behn (the real one) was a writer. Here are some of her words.
On love:
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Each moment of a happy lover’s hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
On books:
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
On money:
Come away; poverty’s catching.
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
The cynic:
Patience is a flatterer, sir and an ass, sir.
Love’s a thin diet, nor will keep out cold.
Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.
There is no sinner like a young saint.
June 26, 2007 at 12:45 am
…..but love frquently sputters when confronted with analysis….or almost anything else. But if it did not…