Author 190553

Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that begets them.

Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

Wrongs, like great whirlwinds, shake highest battlements.

Ay, Marry, sir -- the only rising up in arms is in the arms of a woman!

The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.

Cast away care, he that loves sorrow lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.

The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives.

Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is...that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together. Who complains of want? of wounds? of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure kings: can we therefore surfeit on this delicate Ambrosia? Can we drink too much of that whereof to taste too little tumbles us into a churchyard, and to use it but indifferently throws us into Bedlam? No, no, look upon Endymion, the moon's minion, who slept three score and fifteen years, and was not a hair the worse for it.

The fairest cheek hath oftentimes a soul leprous as sin itself.

Few for heaven would care, should they be ever happy.

The greatest strength expires with loss of breath; the mightiest in one minute stoop to death.

He steps upon death that stirs a foot.

The only way to win a wench is not to woo her; the only way to have her fast is to have her loose.

Honest labor bears a lovely face.

The wisdom of this world is idiotism.

I am full of thoughts, a thousand wheels toss my incertain fears, there is a storm in my hot boiling brains, which rises without wind. A horrid one.

There are plenty of things that are wrong. Marxists used to use the term false consciousness, which is very out of fashion these days. If we were to ask people how ads work, most people would say, They work by tricking people but they don't trick me.

I cannot win the time trial of the world championships at my age,

This age thinks better of a gilded fool than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school.

Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow.

This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.

O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

One step to human bliss is sweet revenge.

'Tis not a soldier's glory to tell how many lives he has ended, but how many he has saved.