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I hate and love. Why I do it, perhaps you ask. I know not, but I feel it and am tortured.
CATULLUS, GAIUS VALERIUS
O say! What is that thing called Light, Which I can never enjoy?
CIBBER, COLLEY
In an examination those who do not wish to know ask questions of those who cannot tell.
RALEIGH, SIR WALTER ALEXANDER
What has posterity done for us?
ROCHE, SIR BOYLE
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
ROSSETTI, CHRISTINA GEORGINA
What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?
SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM
Are you good men and true?
SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM
When we want to read of the deeds that are done for love, whither do we turn?
To the murder column.
SHAW, GEORGE BERNARD
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle,
Why not I with thine?
SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE
But what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.
ALFRED TENNYSON
You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether a man is wise by his questions.
NAGUIB MAHFOUZ