What's in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

I slide to my knees and say, "Please let this be over." Then, I'm not ready for it to be over.

Until we can understand the assumptions in which we are drenched we cannot know ourselves.

To my deafness I'm accustomed, To my dentures I'm resigned, I can manage my bifocals, But Oh how I miss my mind.

I and others may be revolutionaries but we are disciples of Mahatma Gandhi, directly or indirectly, nothing more nothing less.

When you are living your dreams it doesn’t feel like work, but it’s important to take some time away for yourself. It’s goot to make some time for your own company.

I want people to have a good time. Its boring only to hear singer/songwriters spilling their guts.

In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.

A few really dedicated people can offset the ill effects of masses of out-of-harmony people, so we who work for peace must not falter.

Unexpected results are the rule rather than the exception.

I could write for hours on the lustfulness of moving Swiftly.