Henry Fielding

There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than read more

There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than himself.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best hearts

The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best hearts

Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.

Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.

Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart read more

Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.