“It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.”

The impromptu reply is precisely the touchstone of the man of wit.

Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave’s a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.

The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.

The envious will die, but envy never.

Two wives? That exceeds the custom.

The most effective way of attacking vice is to expose it to public ridicule. People can put up with rebukes but they cannot bear being laughed at: they are prepared to be wicked but they dislike appearing ridiculous.

Dom Juan believes neither in Heaven, nor the saints, nor God, nor the Werewolf.

Age brings about everything; but it is not the time, Madam, as we know, to be a prude at twenty.

I will maintain it before the whole world.

To create a public scandal is what’s wicked; to sin in private is not a sin.

All the power is with the sex that wears the beard.

Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high hands makes them obey its laws.

One ought to look a good deal at oneself before thinking of condemning others.

I want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.

No matter what Aristotle and the Philosophers say, nothing is equal to tobacco; it’s the passion of the well-bred, and he who lives without tobacco lives a life not worth living.

Love is often the fruit of marriage.

I’m not worried about what’s in fashion, what’s not in fashion, what are the colors of the season. I go with my gut instinct because every time I haven’t it’s been a mistake.

Having the answers is not essential to living. What is essential is the sense of God’s presence during dark seasons of questioning.

The Word of God isn’t for one particular season. It’s for every season. But in its specific application, it’s best read from Thanksgiving to Christmas.

There are seaons when our passions have slept so long that we know not whether they still exist in us. So does flax forget that it is combustible when the fire is away from it.

It doesn’t seem like the season really gets under way until you have your home opener

Advent is the season that can remind us God is working while we’re waiting and we’re really waiting with God.

Don’t be afraid to shed the leaves of your past decisions, so you can thrive in this new season.

Let love cover me, just like the leaves on pavements like blankets in fall.