The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

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.

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.