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• Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!
  he innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast....
• They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
  -- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lo...
• Life is not a spectacle or a feast, it is a predicament.
• They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Life ?
• I do owe many thanks to Lester and Eliza. This is a great vindication for anybody who has ever taken a bath, went to get the paper, fell down, and the door slam behind them and the doorknow break off.
  -- A day in the life of Apu, "The Day the Violence Died...
• I bear a charmed life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 8