For disorder obstructs: besides, it doth disgust life, distract the appetities, and yield no true relish to the senses.

I think a bad husband is far worse than no husband.

If Atomes are as small, as small can bee,They must in quantity of Matter all agree

For I had rather die in the adventure ot noble achievements, then live in obscure and sluggish security.

Indeed, I was so afraid to dishonour my friends and family by my indiscreet actions, that I rather chose to be accounted a fool, than to be thought rude or wanton.

For Pleasure, Delight, Peace and Felicity live in method and temperance.

Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

Everyone's conscience in religion is between God and themselves, and it belongs to none other.

Some brains are barren grounds, that will not bring seed or fruit forth, unless they are well manured with the old wit which is raked from other writers and speakers.

Pain and Oblivion make mankind afraid to die; but all creatures are afraid of the one, none but mankind afraid of the other.

Not that I am ashamed of my mind or body, my birth or breeding, my actions or fortunes, for my bashfulness is in my nature, not for any crime.

One can transform a place by reading in it.

You can't truly have an open heart until it's been broken.

Every once in a while, something happens to you that makes you realise that the human race is not quite as bad as it so often seems to be.

Once artists are expected to shock, it's that much harder for them to do so.

Our conflict is in relationship, at all levels of our existence; and the understanding of this relationship, completely and extensively, is the only real problem that each one has.

The two partners in a relationship also need to have some similar interests in addition to a similar life view.

It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.

I just have my own taste, and I just try and stick with that. I'm just trying to play as many characters as I can for as long as I have an opportunity to.

We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.

'Good enough' stopped being good enough a long time ago. so why not be great?