All just laws condemn cruelty.
If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.
And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death