The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.

Virtue is the first title of nobility.

Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate's affection.

Ah! devout though I may be, I am no less a man!

A good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman's ailments.

The envious will die, but envy never.

I want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.