“Our love had begun in folly, and ended in madness!”
“There, he had seen every thing to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost, and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.”
“It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing – I loved her truly, madly, deeply!”
“...there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.”
“For there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.”
“There is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of man.”