Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

I'll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls me - Gamester.

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.