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

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.

The woman who thinks she is intelligent demands equal rights with men. A woman who is intelligent does not.

If it weren't for women, men would still be wearing last week's socks.

All literary men are Red Sox fans - to be a Yankee fan in a literate society is to endanger your life.

It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds. In the best books, great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours.

Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.

To a smart girl men are no problem - they're the answer.

We should have a State in which we could live and breathe as free men and which we could develop according to our own lights and culture and where principles of Islamic social justice could find free play.

I love children and I love men, but I can't commit to either for the rest of my life.

Athletes as role models and heroes is a hoax, a sick hoax. The men and women who are fighting in Iraq, they are the true heroes.

Prosperous farmers mean more employment, more prosperity for the workers and the business men of every industrial area in the whole country.

It is the privilege of the gods to want nothing, and of godlike men to want little.

There is always a type of man who says he loves his fellow men, and expects to make a living at it.

What the hell difference does it make, left or right? There were good men lost on both sides.