William Congreve Quotes

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

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

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.

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

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

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

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.

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

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

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

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

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.

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

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.

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

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

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

In hours of bliss we oft have met: They could not always last; And though the present I regret, I'm grateful for the past.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.

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