No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.
Books and marriage go ill together.
Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.
I believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.
We die only once, and for such a long time.
Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn't rule in love, you know.