I can't go on. I'll go on.
God is a witness that cannot be sworn.
As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.
Fail, fail again, fail better.
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?