I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

Genius must be born, it can't be taught.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Few know the use of life before 'tis past.

If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.

If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.