I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

What you couldn't see and only imagined was always scarier than what was real.

Perhaps I love happy endings because I have been created for one. Heaven.

While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered beasts, how can we expect any ideal conditions on this earth?

Life's a circle. There are no lines we can cross.

Tea-baggers love the truth. They just hate facts.

If you do talk dirty, make sure that you enunciate because there's nothing more embarrassing than having to repeat yourself.

I was, if you like, a successful schoolboy in that I had a degree of talent in all the required things that make you a success at school.

Here's the thing: We have plenty of time. These are cockroaches and we want to kill them all. They're just absolute pieces of garbage and we will get them. So why don't we try the air campaign first?

Our past affects us, our present affects us, and even our future can affect us. We live in the relative world of time and space.

Those who give not till they die show that they would not then if they could keep it any longer.