Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.