I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

The very best of vineyards is the cellar