Robert

“No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.”
― William Shakespeare, The Complete Comedies of William Shakespeare: All's Well That Ends Well; As You Like It; The Comedy Of Errors; Love's Labour's Lost; Measure For Measure; The Merchant Of Venice

“No. You see children know such a lot now, they soon don’t believe in fairies, and every time a child says, ‘I don’t believe in fairies,’ there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“Jewish despair arises from want and can be cured by surfeit. Give a penniless Jew fifty quid and he perks right up. Irish despair is different. Nothing relieves Irish despair. The Irishman’s complaint lies not with his circumstances, which might be rendered brilliant by labour or luck, but with the injustice of existence itself. Death! How could a benevolent Deity gift us with life, only to set such a cruel term upon it? Irish despair knows no remedy. Money doesn’t help. Love fades; fame is fleeting. The only cures are booze and sentiment. That’s why the Irish are such noble drunks and glorious poets. No one sings like the Irish or mourns like them. Why? Because they’re angels imprisoned in vessels of flesh.”
― Steven Pressfield, Killing Rommel

“Tend to th’ master’s whistle.—Blow”
― William Shakespeare, The Complete Comedies of William Shakespeare: All's Well That Ends Well; As You Like It; The Comedy Of Errors; Love's Labour's Lost; Measure For Measure; The Merchant Of Venice