They should be ashamed of themselves, all these sober people! - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Beloved, don't fret that you gave yourself so quickly!
Believe me, I don't think badly or wrongly of you.
The arrows of Love are various: some scratch us,
And our hearts suffer for years from their slow poison.
But others strong-feathered with freshly sharpened points
Pierce to the marrow, and quickly inflame the blood.
In the heroic ages, when gods and goddesses loved,
Desire followed a look, and joy followed desire.

I am not omniscient, but I know a lot.

Mathematicians are like Frenchmen: whatever you say to them they translate into their own language and forthwith it is something entirely different.