Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
The French courage proceeds from vanity
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.