Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.
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.
Good manners and soft words have brought many a difficult thing to pass.
A slighted woman knows no bounds.