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"I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo."
"For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt."
"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords."
"O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."
"Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry."
"Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.'"
"Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. Romeo: Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Juliet: But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."
"Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks."
"It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!"
"And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this."
"'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no farther than a wanton's bird, Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty."
"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
"The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light."
"The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb."
"For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime's by action dignified."
"Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied."
"Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign."
"Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage: when, and where, and how, We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to-day."
"Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes."
"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast."
"I am the very pink of courtesy."
"Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce."
"A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month."
"Two may keep counsel, putting one away."
"Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over louring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings."
"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder Which as they kiss consume."
"The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite."
"Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."
"O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint."
"Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth."
"The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring."
"Thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody and as soon moody to be moved."
"Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes."
"Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat."
"Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,—thou art a villain."
"Mercutio: O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. [Draws] Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tybalt: What wouldst thou have with me? Mercutio: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives."
"I am hurt; A plague o' both your houses! I am sped."
"All men of genius, and all those who have gained rank in the republic of letters, are brothers, whatever may be the land of their nativity."
"It must be recognized that the real truths of history are hard to discover. Happily, for the most part, they are rather matters of curiosity than of real importance."
"Dante has not deigned to take his inspiration from any other. He has wished to be himself, himself alone; in a word, to create. He has occupied a vast space, and has filled it with the superiority of a sublime mind. He is diverse, strong, and gracious. He has imagination, warmth, and enthusiasm. He makes his reader tremble, shed tears, feel the thrill of honor in a way that is the height of art. Severe and menacing, he has terrible imprecations for crime, scourgings for vice, sorrow for misfortune. As a citizen, affected by the laws of the republic, he thunders against its oppressors, but he is always ready to excuse his native city, Florence is ever to him his sweet, beloved country, dear to his heart. I am envious for my dear France, that she has never produced a rival to Dante; that this Colossus has not had his equal among us. No, there is no reputation which can be compared to his."
"The division of labor, which has brought such perfection in mechanical industries, is altogether fatal when applied to productions of the mind. All work of the mind is superior in proportion as the mind that produces it is universal."
"Laws which are consistent in theory often prove chaotic in practice."
"In practical administration, experience is everything."
"Aristocracy is the spirit of the Old Testament, democracy of the New."
"The existence of God is attested by everything that appeals to our imagination. And if our eye cannot reach Him it is because He has not permitted our intelligence to go so far."
"Jesus Christ was the greatest republican."
"Charity and alms are recommended in every chapter of the Koran as being the most acceptable services, both to God and the Prophet."
"The religious zeal which animates priests, leads them to undertake labors and to brave perils which would be far beyond the powers of one in secular employment."
"Conscience is the most sacred thing among men. Every man has within him a still small voice, which tells him that nothing on earth can oblige him to believe that which he does not believe. The worst of all tyrannies is that which obliges eighteen-twentieths of a nation to embrace a religion contrary to their beliefs, under penalty of being denied their rights as citizens and of owning property, which, in effect, is the same thing as being without a country."
"You cannot drag a man's conscience before any tribunal, and no one is answerable for his religious opinions to any power on earth."
Young though he was, his radiant energy produced such an impression of absolute reliability that Hedgewar made him the first sarkaryavah, or general secretary, of the RSS.
- Gopal Mukund Huddar
Largely because of the influence of communists in London, Huddar's conversion into an enthusiastic supporter of the fight against fascism was quick and smooth. The ease with which he crossed from one worldview to another betrays the fact that he had not properly understood the world he had grown in.
Huddar would have been 101 now had he been alive. But then centenaries are not celebrated only to register how old so and so would have been and when. They are usually celebrated to explore how much poorer our lives are without them. Maharashtrian public life is poorer without him. It is poorer for not having made the effort to recall an extraordinary life.
I regret I was not there to listen to Balaji Huddar's speech [...] No matter how many times you listen to him, his speeches are so delightful that you feel like listening to them again and again.
By the time he came out of Franco's prison, Huddar had relinquished many of his old ideas. He displayed a worldview completely different from that of the RSS, even though he continued to remain deferential to Hedgewar and maintained a personal relationship with him.