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.

Tho marriage be a lottery in which there are a wondrous many blanks, yet there is one inestimable lot in which the only heaven on earth is written.

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.

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

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.

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