Custom is the law of fools.

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.

Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.

Custom is the law of fools.

Tho marriage be a lottery in which there are a wondrous many blanks, yet there is one inestimable lot in which the only heaven on earth is written.

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

When debtors once have borrowed all we have to lend, they are very apt to grow shy of their creditors' company.