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?

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.

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

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.