Mieux vaut mourir incompris que passer sa vie à s'expliquer.

“I read that I profess, the Art of Love.Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master o…”

“Afore me! It is so very late,That we may call it early by and by.”

“The setting sun, and music at the close,As the last taste of sweets, is sweetes…”

“Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far be…”