O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!

I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.