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

A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.

I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.

There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.

She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.

To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.

Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.