As merry as the day is long.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!

Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.