There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.

Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine -

Mated with a squalid savage - what to me were sun or clime? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time -

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

If you have a great passion it seems that the logical thing is to see the fruit of it, and the fruit are children.

First of all, you have to marry the right person. If you marry the wrong person for the wrong reasons, then no matter how hard you work, it's never going to wo…

I know that one day Veronica and I are gonna get married on top of a mountain, and there's going to be flutes playing and trombones and flowers and garlands of…