Poor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.

The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.