In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant.

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.

Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

‘Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

Beauty is the lover’s gift.

No, I’m no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.

They come together like the Coroner’s Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of ’em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

If there’s delight in love, ‘Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered every where.

You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.