“If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.”

Everyone has a right to his own course of action.

All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.

Malicious men may die, but malice never.

Don’t appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.

Without knowledge, life is no more than the shadow of death.

Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.

I assure you, an educated fool is more foolish than an uneducated one.

The envious will die, but envy never.

All right-minded people adore it; and anyone who is able to live without it is unworthy to draw breathe

Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate’s affection.

In clothes as well as speech, the man of sense Will shun all these extremes that give offense, Dress unaffectedly, and, without haste, Follow the changes in the current taste.

We are all mortals, and each is for himself.

Great is the fortune of he who possesses a good bottle, a good book, and a good friend.

unbroken happiness is a bore: it should have ups and downs.

Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.

No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.

It’s an objective fact that I am a double amputee, but it’s very subjective opinion as to whether that makes me disabled.

Spaces within a line, double colons, slashes, are indications of pause, of breath, of urgency, they are not metrically exact as in a musical notation but they serve (I hope) to make the reader think about the sound of the poem.

You used to say. “Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.” Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.

Between the double and the single bell Of a ship’s hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below

Life doesn’t move in a linear fashion. Life makes lefts and rights, and it doubles back.

What makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.

Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.