Shakespeare, I come!

How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.

Why must women torment me so?

Remember, love is all a woman has to give, but it is the only thing which God permits us to carry beyond the grave.

Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.

You walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it?

The true meaning of money yet remains to be popularly explained and comprehended.