No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.

Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.

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

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

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."

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

O, she is the antidote to desire.