Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!

Love is the fart Of every heart It pains the man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.

She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.

Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.

Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.

But oh, she dances in such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

When in doubt, " Calypso said, "Tater Tots.

Failure to pass TPP sends a big signal. The United States is backing off, backing away. That will create a huge void here.

You can't do traditional work at a modern pace. Traditional work has traditional rhythms. You need calm. You can be busy, but you must remain calm.

As long as a character doesnt die, the character can always come back.

Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time saying no, but not strong enough to mean it.

One regret I have is that I did not learn more about what was happening very early, so that I could have tried to stop people from engaging in illegal activities.

When we talk about self-realization, we're talking from the point of view of limitation of the mind. Real knowledge is to see that you are that - you are eternity.

The law of heaven is love.

When you're growing up in a small town You know you'll grow down in a small town There is only one good use for a small town You hate it and you know you'll have to leave.

True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly; It liveth not in fierce desire.