Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

For, once begun, Your task is easy; half the work is done.

I can never forget suffering and I will never forget sunset. I came home with all of it in my mind.

Death is the last limit of all things.

And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.

In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]

Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.