Women are like pictures: of no value in the hands of a fool till he hears men of sense bid high for the purchase.

There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.

A good husband makes a good wife at any time.

Women never really command until they have given their promise to obey; and they are never in more danger of being made slaves than when the men are at their feet.

Those who know the least obey the best.

Observe this, that tho a woman swear, forswear, lie, dissemble, back-bite, be proud, vain, malicious, anything, if she secures the main chance, she's still virtuous; that's a maxim.

Charming women can true converts make, We love the precepts for the teacher's sake.

Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst.

Captain is a good travelling name and so I take it.

'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad. Anything for the good of one's country-I'm a Roman for that.

Necessity, the mother of invention.

Christians we cannot be allowed to be fractured at a time like this. There are more of us, there are more of light in us than in the agents of darkness.

And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

Living with depression is like trying to keep your balance while you dance with a goat -- it is perfectly sane to prefer a partner with a better sense of balance.

Bad companies are destroyed by crisis, Good companies survive them, Great companies are improved by them.

Trade unions are islands of anarchy in a sea of chaos.

I'm very comfortable with being a female now but when I was a little kid I only wanted to be a boy. I didn't want to be a girl. I didn't feel like a man inside... being a boy was just cooler.

When your guru gives you a command, you better listen to it. I love everybody. Even George Bush.

Great intimates conform to you...not you to them

Let us depart! the universal sun Confines not to one land his blessed beams; Nor is man rooted, like a tree, whose seed, the winds on some ungenial soil have cast there, where it cannot prosper.