āHistory is merely gossipā
āTell the cook of this restaurant with my compliments that these are the very worst sandwiches in the whole world, and that, when I ask for a watercress sandwich, I do not mean a loaf with a field in the middle of it.ā
āAnd certainly once a man begins to neglect his domestic duties he becomes painfully effeminate, does he not? And I don't like that. It makes men so very attractive.ā
āI see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.ā
āWhat seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguiseā
āAnd suddenly the moon withdraws her sickle from the lightening skies, and to her sombre cavern flies, wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.ā
āRumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.ā
āWhat the great ones do, the less will prattle ofā
āHere comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.ā