As peace is the end of war, so to be idle is the ultimate purpose of the busy.

Actually, I have only two things to worry about now: afterlife and reincarnation.

Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet, A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete; But if as on occasion the heart and mind are sour, It has no great significance, it loses half its power.

Most people are more comfortable with old problems than with new solutions.

Irony is the hygiene of the mind.

Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed me quite a bit of freedom. I could walk freely, make my own meals, and even hurl large rocks at their heads. It was only later that I discovered that they were not Indians at all but only dirty-clothes hampers.

He that can have patience can have what he will.

It had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor.

Technology... is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back with the other.

Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.

In the end, everything is a gag.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.

You do not play then at whist, sir? Alas, what a sad old age you are preparing for yourself! [Fr., Vous ne jouez donc pas le whist, monsieur? Helas! quelle triste vieilesse vous vous preparez!

Evil is sweet in the beginning but bitter in the end.

A good film is when the price of the dinner, the theatre admission and the babysitter were worth it.

Ballet's image of perfection is fashioned amid a milieu of wracked bodies, fevered imaginations, Balkan intrigue and sulfurous hatreds where anything is likely, and dancers know it.

No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast, Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; Each season looked delightful as it past, To the fond husband and the faithful wife.

Commemoration of Wulfstan, Bishop of Worcester, 1095 Men expect that religion should cost them no pains, that happiness should drop into their laps without any design and endeavor on their part, and that, after they have done what they please while they live, God should snatch them up to heaven when they die. But though "the commandments of God be not grievous", yet it is fit to let men know that they are not thus easy.