William Congreve Quotes

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

Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast to soften rocks or bend a knotted oak.

Defer not till tomorrow to be wise tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.

Poetry the eldest sister of all arts and parent of most.

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

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

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

You'll grow devilish fat upon this paper-diet!

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure Marry'd in hast we may repent at leisure.

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

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

I know that's a secret for it's whispered everywhere.

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.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

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

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.