There were but two families in the world, Have-much and Have-little.

I follow a more easy, and, in my opinion, a wiser course, namely--to inveigh against the levity of the female sex, their fickleness, their double-dealing, their rotten promises, their broken faith, and, finally, their want of judgment in bestowing their affections.

He preaches well that lives well

Where envy reigns virtue can't exist, and generosity doesn't go with meanness.

Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.

He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.

The eyes those silent tongues of love.