Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.

A slighted woman knows no bounds.

Love's like virtue, its own reward.

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.

Custom is the law of fools.

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

Love, like virtue, is its own reward.