Benedick: I would my horse had the speed of your tongue. 

Benedick: I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is that not strange? 

Benedick: [hearing Balthazar sing] An he had been a dog that should have howled thus, they would have hanged him 

Claudio: Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. 

Beatrice: Against my will, I am sent to bid you come into dinner. 
Benedick: Fair Beatrice, thank you for your pains. 
Beatrice: I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me. If it had been painful, I would not have come. 
Benedick: You take pleasure then in the message? 
Beatrice: Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife’s point. You have no stomach, signor? Fare you well. 
Benedick: Ha. “Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner.” There’s a double meaning in that. 

Benedick: Do not you love me? 
Beatrice: Why no; no more than reason. 
Benedick: Why then your uncle, the Prince and Claudio have been deceived; they swore you did. 
Beatrice: Do not you love me? 
Benedick: Why no; no more than reason. 
Beatrice: Why then my cousin, Margaret and Ursula are much deceived, for they did swear you did. 
Benedick: They swore you were almost sick for me. 
Beatrice: They swore you were well-nigh dead for me. 
Benedick: ‘Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me? 
Beatrice: No, truly, but in friendly recompense. 

Beatrice: He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. And he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man - I am not for him. 

Benedick: [Has been standing in front of the mirror, improving his looks, but stop when he notices the others’ amusement] Gallants! I am not as I have been! 
Leonato: So say I. Me thinks you are sadder! 
[He and the other three start laughing again] 
Claudio: I hope he be in love! 
Leonato, Antonio, and Pedro: Ooohhh! 
Benedick: [Turns indignantly to Leonato] Good signor, walk aside with me. I have studied eight or nine wise words to speak to you which these hoppy horses must not hear! 

To me the most wonderful romantic comedy of the past!

when you look at the sky, you are looking at stars which are hundreds and thousands of light-years away from you. And some of the stars don’t even exist anymore because their light has taken so long to get to us that they are already dead, or they have exploded and collapsed into red dwarfs. And that makes you seem very small, and if you have difficult things in your life, it is nice to think that they are what is called negligible, which means they are so small you don’t have to take them into account when you are calculating something

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed.

The dear repose for limbs with travel tired,

But then begins a journey in my head,

To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,

Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,

Looking on darkness which the blind do see,

Save that my soul’s imaginary sight

Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, 

Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. 

       Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, 

       For thee and for myself no quiet find.

There is no life I know, to compare with your imagination

sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep

i’m tired and i, i want to go to bed

Today, we have probably the best weather I’ve experienced in Singapore and am relaxed. Perhaps the solar and lunar systems is the movement upon which my entire mental and emotional state sustains.