The number of those who undergo the fatigue of judging for themselves is very small indeed.

Here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here 's to the widow of fifty; Here 's to the flaunting, extravagant queen, And here 's to the housewife that 's thrifty! Let the toast pass; Drink to the lass; I 'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass.

An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!

Date not the life which thou hast run by the mean of reckoning of the hours and days, which though hast breathed: a life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line, - by deeds, not years.

Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.

The heart that is conscious of its own integrity is ever slow to credit another´s treachery.

Pity those whom nature abuses, never those who abuse nature.