Your face is black, your hair like flame, And one eye's damaged, one foot lame: If, still, you're quite decent chap - Well 'tis a feather in your cap

I could do without your face, Chloe, and without your neck, and your hands, and your limbs, and to save myself the trouble of mentioning the points in detail, I could do without you altogether

Part of me was going one way, the upper part of me was going the other way and my foot didn't give, ... It stuck in that turf out there on that field. Unfortunately Buffalo has been a difficult place for me the last two times I've been here.

Come, Caesar, even by night - let stars delay; If thou but come, thy folk will find it day

Take away your opinion, and then there is taken away the complaint, 'I have been harmed.' Take away the complaint, 'I have been harmed,' and the harm is taken away.

Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.