David

“If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.”
― Charles Dickens

“Faust: Who holds the devil, let him hold him well,
He hardly will be caught a second time.”
― Johann wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: Part 1

“I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than
the Egyptians in their fog.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night