Reason is not what decides love.
We die only once, and for such a long time.
Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
One easily bears moral reproof, but never mockery.
The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.
All the satires of the stage should be viewed without discomfort. They are public mirrors, where we are never to admit that we seeourselves; one admits to a fault when one is scandalized by its censure.