Virtue is a beautiful thing in woman when they don't go about with it like a child with a drum making all sorts of noise with it.
Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.
We are all slaves to the shining metal.
Humor is the harmony of the heart.
In this world truth can wait; she is used to it.
Troubles are like babies - they only grow by nursing.