Custom is the law of fools.
Love's like virtue, its own reward.
Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
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.
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.