“Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!”

Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.

All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome

A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.

Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.

For they have the authority of years, and out of their intermission do win to themselves a kind of grace-like newness. But the eldest of the present, and newest of the past Language, is the best.

Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast, Still to be powder’d, all perfum’d. Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art’s hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.

Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.

As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.

Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.

Prevent your day at morning.

Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.

Man and wife make one fool.

Calumnies are answered best with silence.

A good life is a main argument.

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

Whosoever loves not picture is injurious to truth, and all the wisdom of poetry. Picture is the invention of heaven, the most ancient and most akin to nature. It is itself a silent work, and always one and the same habit.

We may not know who is craft beer but we sure as hell will know what is craft beer by who isn’t.

We may switch presidents, but we`re just going to switch legs and keep on marching.

Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.

It may be said that his wit shines at the expense of his memory.

He may follow me; and if truth be on his side, I may follow him.

On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mémoire (One may say that his wit shines by the help of his memory).

I like unformed characters. This may be because, no matter how old I get, I am still unformed myself.

Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself.