However entrancing it is to wander unchecked through a garden of bright images, are we not enticing your mind from another subject of almost equal importance?

How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.

She always says, my lord, that facts are like cows. If you look them in the face hard enough they generally run away.

Heaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.

It is the first duty of a gentleman to remember in the morning who he went to bed with the night before.

Oh, well, faint heart never won so much as a scrap of paper

Placetne, magistra?" "Placet.