Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.