So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber.
He is not only dull in himself, but the cause of dullness in others.
Born in a cellar... and living in a garret.
Death and the dice level all distinctions.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, through all your travels; for you'll find it certain.
Love's tongue is in his eyes.
He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.
Deed, not words shall speak me.
The coward's weapon, poison.
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.
Every citizen is king under a citizen king.
We love the precepts for the teacher's sake.
There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.
Poetry is a mere drug, Sir.
Necessity, the mother of invention.
Money is the sinews of love, as of war.
I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.
I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.
Crimes, like virtues, are their own rewards.
When the blind lead the blind, no wonder they both fall into - matrimony.
We are the men of intrinsic value, who can strike our fortunes out of ourselves, whose worth is independent of accidents in life, or revolutions in government: we have heads to get money, and hearts to spend it.
Spare all I have, and take my life.
Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst.
Charming women can true converts make, We love the precepts for the teacher's sake.
Captain is a good travelling name and so I take it.
Those who know the least obey the best.
When love grows diseased, the best thing we can do is to put it to a violent death; I cannot endure the torture of a lingering and consumptive passion.
Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.
