A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.

One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.

For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.

Honor is the greatest poet.