Love, like virtue, is its own reward.

We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.

Good manners and soft words have brought many a difficult thing to pass.

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's like virtue, its own reward.

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

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.