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.
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.
Custom is the law of fools.
Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.