Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.

Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.

Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?