“Broken Eggs will poursuive bitten Apples for where theirs is Will there's his Wall”

“Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!”

“History is an omlette. THe eggs are already broken.”

“Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.”

“The best cure for a broken heart is a dozen eggs.”

“Aye, they be eggs alright, just not from thunder. They be Cinderflare's eggs. They be all broken 'cause the young'ns hatched a few months ago.”