Last year in my Classical and Modern Rhetoric class, we were assigned a "commonplace book". We were supposed to write down awesome quotes that we read or heard or saw on TV or in a movie or on-stage. I did this, and I recently ran across my old commonplace book.
Here are some of the quotes from it, and I apologize in advance for not citing.
When in doubt, light something on fire.
Those who do not remember history are doomed to repeat it.
In ancient Sparta, things were decided by which side shouted the loudest. Fortunately, we are not in ancient Sparta.
History is written by those who have hanged heroes.
It's our wits that make us men.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.
Duty is ours; consequences are God's.
You're in love. Have a beer.
Satisfaction is a vice.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
To speak French, punch yourself in the tongue and try to talk.
Sirs, the vessel of our State, after being tossed on wild waves, hath once more been safely steadied by the gods.
Nothing is more characteristically juvenile than a contempt for juvenility.
Okay, that's all. Goodbye!
Long live origami!
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