I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Love is the fart Of every heart It pains the man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.

She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.

Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.

Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.

Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.

But oh, she dances in such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

Giving is the master key to success, in all applications of human life.

I’ve never quite understood why the knuckleheads of the planet so outnumber the rest of us.

He doesn't bring many girls round unless they're part of a job - but also 'cause his smell can sometimes kill kittens.

Donald Trump's language has been atrocious, his behavior toward women.

Life is a useless passion.

Obviously, there is pleasure in the execution of any sort of art, and using language, as Nabokov felt also, is an exquisite process.

Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?

It is not a virtue, but a deceptive copy and imitation of virtue, when we are led to the performance of duty by pleasure as its recompense.

Humor is the offspring of man; it comes forth like Minerva, fully armed from the brain.

I'm tired of having to hide my feelings about the person I care about. About the person I love.