Of all the noises known to man, opera is the most expensive.
You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.
New-born desires, after all, have inexplicable charms, and all the pleasure of love is in variety.
It's an odd job, making decent people laugh.
Those whose conduct gives room for talk are always the first to attack their neighbors.
Birth is nothing where virtue is not