“One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I’d guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.”

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.

Make a virtue of necessity.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.

If were not foolish young, were foolish old.

One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not.

A love grown old is not the love once new.

There’s never a new fashion but it’s old.

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.

He loved chivalry, Truth and honor, freedom and courtesy.

Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.

The life so short, the craft so long to learn.

Love will not be constrain’d by mastery. When mast’ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.

If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn’t marry her for the world if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could possibly marry.

By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.

Human beings are made up of flesh and blood, and a miracle fiber called courage.

If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart i’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.

Some say your body is a temple. But I’m feeling trapped within this flesh. My mind is a haunted fortress and I’m a prisoner in duress.

I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

If the mind is willing, the flesh could go on and on without many things.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.