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

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

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

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

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

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

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.