Book: Much ADO about nothing. Page 1

Words are wind, and swear words - a draught, which is harmful.

Happy is he who, hearing about their faults, can mend.

Something to breathe, beauty to you?
Men faithless:
He body here, soul there,
All windy immensely.
Why train to breathe?
They have to drive,
To live in joy of the heart
And sighs of sorrow turn -
Gay-Ho! - in the chorus careless.
Do we not sing, do not sing to you
Tunes wicked aroused:
From time immemorial so these are
Treacherous men.
Why train to breathe?

The surest guarantee of excellence -
Not to acknowledge his perfection.

In all things fellowship,
With the exception of love Affairs.
Loving, trust only your tongue
Trust and love only their views.
Intermediaries do not believe: it will melt loyalty
Blood from the spell of beauty is a witch.

I don't know how to hide their feelings: when I have a reason to be sad, I should be sad, and no matter whose jokes are not smiling; when I'm hungry, I should eat and no one to wait for; when I'm to sleepy, to sleep, not caring about the man's business. when I have fun, laugh and never to imitate anyone's mood.

I am very grateful to the woman because she gave birth to me, and because I nursed, too, humbly thank you; but on my forehead, played horn music or to hang me bugle in an invisible band, - no, there's a woman will excuse me. I do not want the wrong to mistrust any one of them and therefore do not believe a single one.

I thank God and my cold blood because I like you: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

His loyalty but as the fashion of his hat: it ever changes with the new disc.

How much better to weep with joy than to rejoice in tears!

A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.

If sharp words have left a trail, we'd all go a mess.