To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none.
Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol’n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
All the world’s a stage.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them, – Ding-dong, bell.
I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
The rest, is silence.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
Now I will believe that there are unicorns...
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
There’s small choice in rotten apples.