If music be the food of love, play on.
Don`t walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend."
Not louder shrieks to pitying Heaven are cast,
When husbands, or when lap-dogs breath their last.
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don`t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don`t give way to hating,
And yet don`t look too good, nor talk too wise
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
She had gained a reputation for beauty, and (which is often another thing) was beautiful.
There seems to me to be absolutely no limit to the inanity and credulity of the human race. Homo Sapiens! Homo idioticus!
Money`s a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boist`rous; and it pricks like thorn.
All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
Guilt hath very quick ears to an accusation.