Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.
Love's like virtue, its own reward.
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.
True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.