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

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.

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.

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

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

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