No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.