Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire. – William Congreve
They come together like the Coroner’s Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. – William Congreve
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear. – William Congreve
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. – William Congreve
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. – William Congreve
‘Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman. – William Congreve
He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views. – William Congreve
I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections. – William Congreve
You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words. – William Congreve
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. – William Congreve
If there’s delight in love, ‘Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me. – William Congreve
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. – William Congreve
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one. – William Congreve
