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."

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.