Happy Birthday William Congreve!

Beauty is the lover's gift.
 
In der Liebe kann selbst Schweigen beredt sein.
 
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
 
Reue schneidet tiefer als das schärfste Schwert.
 
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
 
Ich bin immer der Meinung der Klugen, wenn sie zuerst sprechen.
 
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

Die Angst entspringt aus der Unsicherheit. Wenn wir uns über unseren Wert oder über unsere Unfähigkeit absolut sicher sind, sind wir unverwundbar.
 
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.

Ich finde, daß wir zu ernst sind und somit ein hohes Risiko eingehen, langweilig zu werden.
 
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.

I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.

Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.