A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name
Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.