Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.