God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none relies on; Who never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one.
Dead we become the lumber of the world.
Man differs more from man than man from beast.
It is a very good world to live in, To lend or to spend, or to live in; but to beg or to borrow, or to get a man’s own, It is the very worst world that ever was known.
Born to myself, I like myself alone.
Mothers who force their daughters into interested marriage, are worse than the Ammonites who sacrificed their children to Moloch – the latter undergoing a speedy death, the former suffering years of torture, but too frequently leading to the same result.
Tis a meaner part of sense to find a fault than taste an excellence.
To pick out the wildest and most fantastical odd man alive, and to place your kindness there, is an act so brave and daring as will show the greatness of your spirit and distinguish you in love, as you are in all things else, from womankind.
Angels listen when she speaks; She’s my delight, all mankind’s wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder.
Love’s chemistry thrives best in equal heat.
Envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that nobody ever had the confidence to own it.
Custom does often reason overrule.
Natural freedoms are but just: There’s something generous in mere lust.
He never said a foolish thing nor never did a wise one.
I’d be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, or anything but that vain animal who is so proud of being rational.
I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.
The theatre is my drug. And my illness is so far advanced that my physic must be of the highest quality.
Books bear him up a while, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy.
All men would be cowards if they could.
The clog of all pleasure, the luggage of life, is the best can be said for a very good wife.
Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense.