Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed.

There's never a new fashion but it's old.

The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

Love is blind.

Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was.

The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.

There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed.

People can die of mere imagination.

Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.

Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.

Time and tide wait for no man.

Murder will out, this my conclusion.

We know little of the things for which we pray.

By nature, men love newfangledness.

He was as fresh as is the month of May.

First he wrought, and afterward he taught.

All good things must come to an end.

Abstinence is approved of God.

Nowhere so busy a man as he than he and yet he seemed busier than he was.

If gold rusts what then can iron do

The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.

I have a toy giraffe on my bed. I've got photographs over my desk as well as a mask of a giraffe in my kitchen. I am totally hooked.

I was stuck at home in bed with me and got more and more involved with the Internet. I used it to keep in contact with friends and to make sure I was up to date with everything that was going on in the world.

This is the very womb and bed of enormity.

If kids like a picture book, they're going to read it at least 50 times. Read anything that often, and even minor imperfections start to feel like gravel in the bed.

The best thing about lying in bed late is that you learn to distinguish between first things and trivia, for whatever presses on you has to prove its importance before it makes you move.

I'm a 7 o'clock act. My people want to go to a show, a dinner and then go home and go to bed.

In so many interviews, they bring up the sexual aspect of the record. I've had some journalists say it sounds like I'm lying down in bed singing with a microphone. It gets so old!

Once, the parental bed collapsed because all the children sat on it at once.

I got sick and tired of my lady wearing ugly underwear to bed, so I turned to the Internet.

I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.

Theses officers were good friends, so it must have been a terrible argument, because the one who played chess with my father was so angry that he walked over to the dentist's house and got the dentist out of bed and shot him.

What happens when the guy who runs the reactor gets out of bed wrong or decides, for some reason, that he wants to override his instruction sheet some afternoon?

Mom and Dad would stay in bed on Sunday morning, but the kids would have to go to church.

I could be with a woman in a bed, for weeks even, and it would seem to me like three seconds. Or 300 years.

Well I was an asthmatic child. So that for most of my childhood I was in bed. Bedridden.

But for the first time in many years, I get to sleep in my own bed every night. I haven't done that, literally, in years. It seems like such a small thing, but it is so nice.

When I was playing I felt tired all the time. My recovery period was a lot longer than the other players. They'd be ok after an hour - I'd have to stay in bed till the next session.

Never get out of bed before noon.

This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.

So I'm more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. It's weird being here. It feels like I'm standing next to my real life.

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

A woman should say: "Have I made him happy? Is he satisfied? Does he love me more than he loved me before? Is he likely to go to bed with another woman?" If he does, then it's the wife's fault because she is not trying to make him happy.

Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.