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.

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

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.

Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.

Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.

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