I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.

We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.