Well goodness knows, goodness knows what historians will write.
Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears.
Love's tongue is in the eyes.
Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.
Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from heaven the news and prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance sin doth never cease; In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears, Nor let his eye see sin but through my tears.
The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse.
Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.
I think theatricality is just one way of performing. I don't think it's a better way or the way, but it's my way.
By the time you’ve had a relationship with a horse for a while, there are characteristics in the way the horse behaves with you and around you and responds to you that are directly (related) to some of your traits as a human being…whether it’s insecurity or aggression or fear or hate.
It is folly to anticipate evils, and madness to create imaginary ones.
Enthusiasm is a form of social courage.