Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751 – 1816)
Irish playwright and Whig statesman.
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance.
The number of those who undergo the fatigue of judging for themselves is very small indeed.
He is the very pineapple of politeness!
Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne.
I own the soft impeachment.
You had no taste when you married me.
A bumper of good liquor
Will end a contest quicker
Than justice, judge, or vicar.
The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it.
My valor is certainly going! — it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands!
Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word.
There 's nothing like being used to a thing.
It was an amiable weakness.
If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!
No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope?
Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.
A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.
You're our enemy; lead the way, and we 'll precede.
Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.
I loved him for himself alone.
I wish, sir, you would practice this without me. I can't stay dying here all night.