The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.
A slighted woman knows no bounds.
Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals
Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.
Custom is the law of fools.
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.