Ay, rail at gaming – ’tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city – you’ll find a congregation in every tavern.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.
Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.
All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.
I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.
If I am asked ‘what is good?’ my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.
I’ll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls me – Gamester.
Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Can’t I another’s face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen’d yours?
But from the hoop’s bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.