'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.

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?

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?

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.

Over time, any deception destroys intimacy, and without intimacy couples cannot have true and lasting love.

When she had failed once or twice to respond to some conversational gambit or other, Bond also relapsed into silence and occupied himself with his own gloomy thoughts.

We all want to be the hero but some of us are born to be villains and side characters.

When a fire rises, don't be quick to worry. Find the purpose of the fire, if it's negative, water it down, if positive, feed the flames.

The thinking man must oppose all cruelties no matter how deeply rooted in tradition or surrounded by a halo.

Nature appears not to have intended that any flower should be fertilized by its own pollen.

I try to learn certain areas of computer science exhaustively; then I try to digest that knowledge into a form that is accessible to people who don't have time for such study.

But the universe is infinite.

It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes;The years will make me sad and cold, It is the happy heart that breaks.

People consider Black Star a great album, and I think it's a classic album. But the fact is, both me and Mos Def have made better albums since Black Star.