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.

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

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

Custom is the law of fools.

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.

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

A slighted woman knows no bounds.