He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. - William Shakespeare

Watch out he's winding the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.

Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.