Whoever heard a man of fortune in England talk of the necessaries of life? . . . Whether we can afford it or no, we must have superfluities.

I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame. Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own. Thus Scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays.

How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!

Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much

Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay.