Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.

O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."

I know a lady that loves to talk so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play; she has that everlasting rotation of tongue that an echo must wait till she dies before it can catch her last words!

There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.

All well bred persons lie - Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think.

It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.