"Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!..." - Quote by William Shakespeare

“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?”

“I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.”

“You are an alchemist; make gold of that.”

“I would like to take you seriously, but to do so would be an affront to your intelligence.”

“A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*”

“You are a tedious fool.”

“Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”

“I admire people who dare to take the language, English, and understand it and understand the melody.”

“If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out”