Do villainy, do, since you protest to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea's a thief, whose liquid surges resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stol'n From gen'ral excrement.

When clouds appear like rocks and towers, The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.

It's impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.

Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.

Those who plot the destruction of others often fall themselves.

There are many spokes on the wheel of life. First, we're here to explore new possibilities.

If people would forget about utopia! When rationalism destroyed heaven and decided to set it up here on earth, that most terrible of all goals entered human ambition. It was clear there'd be no end to what people would be made to suffer for it.

Never "just run out for a few minutes" without looking your best. This is not vanity -- it's self-liking. Your face is always on display.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come, darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale.

For all knowledge and wonder is an impression of pleasure in itself.

I was going to write myself in, but I was afraid I'd get shot.

Why then we should drop into poetry.

Ah, well, the truth is always one thing, but in a way it's the other thing, the gossip, that counts. It shows where people's hearts lie.

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.

I'd walk half way around the world... for just one kiss from you...

You are harping on the same string.

love hurts.

What has poster'ty done for us, That we, lest they their rights should lose, Should trust our necks to gripe of noose?

By the same means we do not always arrive at the same ends.