Quotes by William Congreve

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

— William Congreve

Love

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

— William Congreve

Wisdom

SHARPER: Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure:  Marry'd in haste, we may repent at leisure. SETTER: Some by experience find those words misplac'd:  At leisure marry'd, they repent in haste.

— William Congreve

Wisdom

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

— William Congreve

Wisdom

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

— William Congreve

Wisdom