The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

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

This year I invested in pumpkins. They've been going up the whole month of October and I got a feeling they're going to peak right around January. Then bang! That's when I'll cash in.

I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.

Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.

She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.