Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

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

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.

One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.

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.

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.