There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.

Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.

Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.

There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it.

You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!