William Congreve

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

— William Congreve

#madness #pardonable #then

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

#baggage #believe #body #conscience #else

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

— William Congreve

#brain #brown #despair #flags #goes

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

— William Congreve

#hurts #i #learning #me

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

— William Congreve

#ancient #custom #end #gallery #retired

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

— William Congreve

#coroner #inquest #like #reputations #sit

'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

#education #enough #gentleman #little #pedantic

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. ↗

— William Congreve

#fellow #find #fool #hard #his

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

— William Congreve

#insipid #joys #life #security #thing

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

#come #faculty #father #father time #fools