Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.
If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don't, and what if I do?
Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.
The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!
It's easier to write about those you hate — just as it's easier to criticize a bad play or a bad book.