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.

I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.

Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.

A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.

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

Your highest female grace is silence.

Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.