Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham'd, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Strike up the drum and march courageously.