Doesn't surprise me that Christ our Lord preferred to live with whores and sinners, seeing I go in for that myself.
Yet here I stand poor fool what more, not one wit wiser than before.
The deed is everything, the glory is naught.
Everybody wants to be somebody; nobody wants to grow.
Shakespeare is dangerous to young poets; they cannot but reproduce him, while they fancy that they produce themselves.
What is part of you, you cannot get rid of, even if you were to throw it away.