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

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

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

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

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

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.

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