Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.