Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
The best prophet of the future is the past.
The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
I know that two and two make four – and should be glad to prove it too if I could – though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.