I would have nobody to control me; I would be absolute: and who but I? Now, he that is absolute can do what he likes; he that can do what he likes can take his pleasure; he that can take his pleasure can be content; and he that can be content has no more to desire. So the matter 's over; and come what will come, I am satisfied.
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In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.
Abundance, even of good things, prevents them from being valued
The gratification of wealth is not found in mere possession or in lavish expenditure, but in its wise application.
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Every man is the son of his own works.
The beauty of some women has days and seasons, depending upon accidents which diminish or increase it; nay, the very passions of the mind naturally improve or impair it, and very often utterly destroy it.
A closed mouth catches no flies.
Many littles make a much.
Every man was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
The eating. By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece.
The virtuous woman must be treated like a relic - adored, but not handled; she should be guarded and prized, like a fine flower-garden, the beauty and fragrance of which the owner allows others to enjoy only at a distance, and through iron walls.
The bow cannot always stand bent, nor can human frailty subsist without some lawful recreation.
Give the devil his due.
Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store-- He frightened it to the core-- Yet somehow, by Fate's plan, Though he'd lived a crazy man, When he died he was sane once more.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
Too much sanity may be madness!
The most difficult character in comedy is that of the fool, and he must be no simpleton that plays that part.
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To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.
But do not give it to a lawyer's clerk to write, for they use a legal hand that Satan himself will not understand.