“Women naturally desire the same six things as I; they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.”

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

But Christ’s lore and his apostles twelve, He taught and first he followed it himself.

Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.

For time lost may not recovered be.

One cannot be avenged for every wrong; according to the occasion, everyone who knows how, must use temperance.

Look up on high, and thank the God of all.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

Many small make a great.

People can die of mere imagination.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.

I just want to be wrapped up in sheets and your vibe.

Only the other day I was inquiring of an entire bed of old-fashioned roses, forced to listen to my ramblings on the meaning of the universe as I sat cross-legged in the lotus position in front of them.

Wake up determined. Go to bed satisfied.

Go to bed smarter than when you woke up.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o’clock is a scoundrel.

Luxury lives in the finer details. It’s a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It’s a mint on your pillow before bed.

What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.

The most pernicious aspect of procrastination is that it can become a habit. We don’t just put off our lives today; we put them off till our deathbed.