Relationships and Family

Where both deliberate, the love is slight;

Where both deliberate, the love is slight;

I have a wife, I have sons: we have given so many hostages to the fates.

Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

Le commencement et le déclin de l’amour se font sentir par l’embarras où l’on est de se trouver seuls.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,

… La belle dame sans merci

O, father forsaken, Forgive your son!

Drink to me only with thine eyes,

Come, my Celia, let us prove,

Come, my Celia, let us prove,

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.

If I had no duties, and no reference to futurity, I would spend my life in driving briskly in a post-chaise with a pretty woman.

The triumph of hope over experience.

Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.

No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes, than a public library.

Alas, regardless of their doom,

Love is a universal migraine.

If I love you, what does that matter to you!

Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what

An attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not too French French bean!

Three little maids from school are we.