I dote on his very absence.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
There's many a man has more hair than wit.
He is winding the watch of his wit
What is past is prologue.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.