The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Only a coward carries a gun, a brave person never needs a gun.

Interestingly, bonobo percussionists prefer a tempo of 280 beats per minute, the syllabic rate at which most humans speak.

You may not know my reasons, but you can assume I have them and be kind.

When you frequently invest your time and energy in your own business, the need to mind other people's business would become a stranger in your thoughts.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

It stems from my Australianisms and belief that everyone is a fundamental cog in the wheel.

Quotations can be valuable, like raisins in the rice pudding, for adding iron as well as eye appeal.

Men of thoughts should have nothing to do with action.

Candor is the only way I know how to do it. I'm way too old to change. At the end of the day, I believe the truth is stronger than any lie that's out there.

It was a phenomenon I noticed many years ago. Young people were just giving up every bit of information about themselves they could.