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Anger
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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
-William Congreve, "The Mourning Bride"
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Conversation
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I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
-William Congreve
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Criticism
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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
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Education
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'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
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Gossip
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They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
-William Congreve
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Inspirational
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Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.
-William Congreve
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Insults
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Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
-William Congreve, The Old Bachelor, 1693
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Joy, Excitement
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Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life.
-William Congreve
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Love
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If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
-William Congreve
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Marriage
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Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
-William Congreve
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Courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
-William Congreve, The Old Bachelor
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Music
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Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
N.B.: This quote is commonly misquoted as savage beast.
-William Congreve
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Results
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Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
-William Congreve
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Secrets
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I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere.
-William Congreve
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Sincerity
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A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.
-William Congreve
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Books by and about William Congreve