“O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.”

First, then, a woman will, or won’t, – depend on’t; If she will do’t, she will; and there’s an end on’t. But, if she won’t, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.

Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.

Law that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.

Order, thou eye of action.

Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.

Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.

There is no merit where there is no trial; and till experience stamps the mark of strength, cowards may pass for heroes, and faith for falsehood.

She who means no mischief does it all.

Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.

When Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.

Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.

Trust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.

Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.

Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.

Hopeless are those who suffers the curse of heaven-so be hopeful.

Cursed be he above all others Who’s enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

She was the kind of person who would rather light a candle than curse the darkness.

I don’t need to explain why it’s a curse.

It is the curse of humanity that it learns to tolerate even the most horrible situations by habituation, that it forgets the most shameful happenings in the daily shame of events, and that it can hardly understand when individuals aim to destroy this infamy.

It is the curse of humanity that it learns to tolerate even the most horrible situations by habituation.

What appears to be a curse can be a blessing if we simply appreciate the inner essence of the possibility of how to connect to God in that situation.

Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.