Love, like virtue, is its own reward.

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.

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.

Custom is the law of fools.

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

True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.