Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's spirits.

On the choice of friends, Our good or evil name depends.

A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.

Shadow owes its birth to light.

Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.

No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.

But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.

Tell me and I forget. Show me and I remember. Involve me and I understand.

The brave love mercy, and delight to save.

We only part to meet again.

She who has never loved has never lived.

Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.

Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.

Gamesters and highwaymen are generally very good to their whores, but they are very devils to their wives.

There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self.

I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.

But money, wife, is the true Fuller's Earth for reputations, there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.

An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretended friend is worse.

Beasts kill for hunger men for pay.

Your intellect may be confused but your emotions will never lie to you.

We only part to meet again. Change as ye list ye winds my heart shall be. The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Fools may our scorn not envy raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

In one respect indeed our employment may be reckoned dishonest because like great Statesmen we encourage those who betray their friends.

Follow love and it will flee flee love and it will follow thee.

Excuse me then you know my heart But dearest friends alas must part.

Tis a gross error held in schools That Fortune always favours fools.

Excuse me, then! you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part

The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.

We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be the faithful compass that still points to thee.

From wine what sudden friendship springs!

A wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.

Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.

Envy like fire always makes for the highest points.

Far less envy in America than in France, and far less wit.

Envy is an insult to oneself.

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

Exploiting people's emotions of fear, envy and anxiety is not hope, it's not change, it's partisanship. We don't need partisanship. We don't need demagoguery, we need solutions.

Only fools live in the past or carry envy to the present.

Pride, which inspires us with so much envy, is sometimes of use toward the moderating of it too.

On every movie I've done as a director, I look at the producers and having done it, I don't envy them, at all.

I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.

Moral indignation in most cases is, 2% moral, 48% indignation, and 50% envy.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own.