Emotions and Feelings

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

 

He which hath no stomach to this fight,

 

This day is called the feast of Crispian:

 

If we are marked to die, we are enow

 

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts.

 

The game’s afoot:

 

When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

 

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

 

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

 

But there are moments which he calls his own,

 

If you wish—

 

He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it, hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart.

 

Courage is not simply one of the virtues but the form of every virtue at the testing point.

 

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

 

Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.

 

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

 

Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?

 

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace!

 

So Two cheers for Democracy: one because it admits variety and two because it permits criticism. Two cheers are quite enough: there is no occasion to give three. Only Love the Beloved Republic deserves that.

 

Only connect! … Only connect the prose and the passion.

 

Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,

 

Timor mortis conturbat me.

 

All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl.

 

Da mi basia mille.