If God had to give a woman wrinkles, He might at least have put them on the soles of her feet.

It is not enough to be wise, one must be engaging.

What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.

Wit is a dangerous talent in friendship.

Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.

There are no perfect women in the world; only hypocrites exhibit no defects.

Shall I tell you what makes love so dangerous? 'Tis the too high idea we are apt to form of it.