A husband is what is left of the lover after the nerve has been extracted.

Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany-Tree.

The person that loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.

As the lone Angler, patient man, At Mewry-Water, or the Banne, Leaves off, against his placid wish, Impaling worms to torture fish.

Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?

Diplomacy is a disguised war, in which states seek to gain by barter and intrigue, by the cleverness of arts, the objectives which they would have to gain more clumsily by means of war.

Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain! The creature's at his dirty work again.

To be what no one ever was, to be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those extremes that fence all effort in.

The Man Bitten by a Dog A man who had been bitten by a Dog went about in quest of someone who might heal him. A friend, meeting him and learning what he wanted, said, If you would be cured, take a piece of bread, and dip it in the blood from your wound, and go and give it to the Dog that bit you. The Man who had been bitten laughed at this advice and said, Why? If I should do so, it would be as if I should beg every Dog in the town to bite me. Benefits bestowed upon the evil-disposed increase their means of injuring you.

If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing.

For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind.

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.

Perfection is attained by slow degrees; it requires the hand of time.

Is it better for a woman to marry a man who loves her than a man she loves.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

up the river.

Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.

I have been dying for twenty years, now I am going to live.

We have met the enemy and he is us.