[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.

It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.

Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor