Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.
Musick has charms to soothe a savage breast
Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.
Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.
I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.
O, she is the antidote to desire.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.
All well bred persons lie – Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think…
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
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