Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
What feeds me destroys me
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
When all the world dissolves, / And every creature shall be purified, / All place shall be hell that is not heaven.
Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.