William Shakespeare Quotes
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done;
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
William Shakespeare
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Passion is the evil in adultery. If a man has no opportunity of living with another man's wife, but if it is obvious for some reason that he would like to do so, and would do so if he could, he is no less guilty than if he was caught in the act.
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One doesn't have a sense of humor. It has you.
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Felix Dennis
There can be no defence like elaborate courtesy.
E. V. Lucas
My professional dreams were coming true while I was living a personal nightmare.
Dane Cook
Love on the rocks, ain't no surprise. Pour me a drink and I'll tell you some lies.
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I make progress by having people around me who are smarter than I am and listening to them. And I assume that everyone is smarter about something than I am.
Henry J. Kaiser
I'm not one of those New Yorkers who so much identifies themselves with the city that they can't imagine living anywhere else. I plan to live a lot of other places, but it is defiantly is a big part of who I am. I have a complicated relationship with it. It has changed so much, but I love it, and it's my home. I'm really glad I grew up there.
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If we believe in them, love them and trust them, they see who they are through our eyes.
Dean Hughes
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done;
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
William Shakespeare