Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
When debtors once have borrowed all we have to lend, they are very apt to grow shy of their creditors' company.
Custom is the law of fools.
We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.