In Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban’d Turk
Beat a Venetian and traduc’d the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him thus.

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.