Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. William Congreve More Quotes by William Congreve More Quotes From William Congreve Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. William Congreve has-beenslovelife He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views. William Congreve confidenceviewsintegrity No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise. William Congreve deceithonestylying Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear. William Congreve fearinspirationalwar Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand William Congreve admirationunderstandinghands Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you. William Congreve of-my-mindlaysmind There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire. William Congreve couragebeautyinspirational Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. William Congreve rocksmusicinspirational Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires. William Congreve ambitionselffire There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth. William Congreve timelinesswellsmay Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour. William Congreve destroyingwomenflames I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull. William Congreve stupid-peoplegrowingstupidity Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise. William Congreve delayprocrastinationwise But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old. William Congreve one-daywishsweet Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. William Congreve marriagehigh-heelsgrief Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, William Congreve despairblackbrain Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind. William Congreve calmcharmmind Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound. William Congreve rocksmusicnumbers Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd. William Congreve hell-hath-no-furymourningchocolate Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing. William Congreve riskexpectationsjoy
