Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.
You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
If there’s delight in love, ‘Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.
They come together like the Coroner’s Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.