The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for a long time doing your conjugal duty.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

Honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a real friend. Such a one is as it were another self, to whom we impart our most secret thoughts, who partakes of our joy, and comforts us in our affliction; add to this, that his company is an everlasting pleasure to us.

April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter, Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears!

There with commutual zeal we both had strove In acts of dear benevolence and love; Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.

I play with friends sometimes, but there are never friendly games.

Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd, And is enough for both.

Skepticism: the mark and even the pose of the educated mind.

That is why you fail. .

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

The very room, coz she was in, Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.

Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends. -Theocritus.

I wish they would only take me as I am.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

Men are happy to be laughed at for their humor, but not for their folly.

And these vicissitudes come best in youth, For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.

Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is-- The dawn on the hills of Ireland. God's angels lifting the night's black veil From the fair sweet face of my sireland! O Ireland, isn't it grand, you look Like a bride in her rich adornin', And with all the pent up love of my heart I bid you the top of the morning.

We have some salt of our youth in us. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3.

The Boy Hunting Locusts A boy was hunting for locusts. He had caught a goodly number, when he saw a Scorpion, and mistaking him for a locust, reached out his hand to take him. The Scorpion, showing his sting, said: If you had but touched me, my friend, you would have lost me, and all your locusts too!

A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be.