If slander be a snake, it is a winged one – it flies as well as creeps.
Reputations, like beavers and cloaks, shall last some people twice the time of others.
Malice blunts the point of wit.
Modesty is a bright dish-cover, which makes us fancy there is something very nice underneath it.
Virtue is a beautiful thing in woman when they don’t go about with it like a child with a drum making all sorts of noise with it.
Women, somehow, have the same fear of witty men as of fireworks.
Slugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world’s slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.
We are all slaves to the shining metal.
O this itch of the ear, that breaks out at the tongue! Were not curiosity so over-busy, detraction would soon be starved to death.
Rogues are prone to find things before they are lost.
Patience is the strongest of strong drinks; for it kills the giant despair.
Keep your eyes and ears open, if you desire to get on in the world.
That man is thought a dangerous knave, Or zealot plotting crime, Who for advancement of his kind Is wiser than his time.
Quality, not quantity, is my measure.
Fortunes made in no time are like shirts made in no time; it’s ten to one if they hang long together.
Troubles are like babies – they only grow by nursing.
We love peace, but not peace at any price.
He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.
Not peace at any price! Chains are worse than bayonets.
In this world truth can wait; she is used to it.