Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
Topics: Uncertainty, Expectations, Joy, Expectation, Excitement
Courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.
O, she is the antidote to desire.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
O ay, letters – I had letters – I am persecuted with letters – I hate letters – nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has ’em, one does not know why – they serve one to pin up one’s hair.
You read of but one wise man, and all that he knew was—that he knew nothing.
No mask like open truth to cover lies,
As to go naked is the best disguise.
Read, read, search, and refine your appetite; learn to live upon instruction; feast your mind and mortify your flesh.—Read and take your nourishment in all your eyes; shut up your mouth, and chew the cud of understanding.
If there’s delight in love, ‘Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t’other.
A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.
Men are apt to offend (’tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
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”.
He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.
I know a lady that loves talking so incessantly, she won’t give an echo fair play; she has that everlasting rotation of tongue that an echo must wait till she dies before it can catch her last words!
Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it.
They come together like the Coroner’s Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, somewhat which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
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