Ye prime adepts in scandal's school, who rail by precept and detract by rule!
You ?re our enemy; lead the way, and we ?ll precede.
You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you?
You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.
You write with ease to show your breeding, but easy writing ?s curst hard reading.
You're our enemy; lead the way, and we 'll precede.
Women govern us; let us render them perfect: the more they are enlightened, so much the more shall we be. On the cultivation of the mind of women depends the wisdom of men. It is by women that nature writes on the hearts of men.
Through all the drama ? whether damned or not ? Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot.
Too civil by half.
We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people,?our retrospection will be all to the future.
Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.
While his off-heel, insidiously aside, provokes the caper which he seems to chide.
Wit loses its point when dipped in malice.
Wit loses its respect with the good when seen in company with malice; and to smile at the jest which plants a thorn in another's breast is to become a principal in the mischief.
There's no possibility of being witty without a little ill-nature; the malice of a good thing is the barb that makes it stick.
There's no possibility of being witty without a little ill-nature? The malice of a good thing is the barb that makes it stick.
There's nothing like being used to a thing.
They only babble who practise not reflection. - I shall think; and thought is silence.
They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
This bottle's the sun of our table, his beams are rosy wine; we planets that are not able without his held to shine.
Though sinking in decrepit age, he prematurely falls whose memory records no benefit conferred on him by man. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
Thought is silence.
Sheer necessity--the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.
Soft pity never leaves the gentle breast where love has been received a welcome guest.
Steal! to be sure they may, and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gipsies do stolen children - disfigure them to make them pass for their own.