Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.