Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

A woman's fitness comes by fits.

A young man married is a man that's marred.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!