We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.

A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.

Fear to do base, unworthy things is valor; if they be one to us, to suffer them is valor too.

To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.