Love's like virtue, its own reward.
Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
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.
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.
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.