Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – 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
A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty. – William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve
Reframing an extract as a quotation constitutes a kind of coauthorship. With no change in wording, the cited passage becomes different. I imagine that the thrill of making an anthology includes the opportunity to become such a coauthor. – Gary Saul Morson, The Words of Others: From Quotations to Culture, 2011