When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
William ShakespeareWe make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.
William ShakespeareHad I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.
William Shakespeare