The genuine Amphitryon is the Amphitryon with whom we dine.

Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.

Love is often the fruit of marriage.

Once you have the cap and gown all you need do is open your mouth. Whatever nonsense you talk becomes wisdom and all the rubbish good sense.

What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?

It is a long road from conception to completion.

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.