I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.
If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.
I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.