The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.

No man is worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.

Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals

You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or will be so.

Love, like virtue, is its own reward.

Love's like virtue, its own reward.

A slighted woman knows no bounds.