William Congreve

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain whether of our worth or worthlessness we are almost impervious to fear.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

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

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

In hours of bliss we oft have met:They could not always last;And though the present I regret,I'm grateful for the past.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.