Custom is the law of fools.
When debtors once have borrowed all we have to lend, they are very apt to grow shy of their creditors' company.
Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.
You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or will be so.