Never find fault with the absent.

Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.

Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.