Even victors are by victories undone.

Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.

I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.

Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.

They think too little who talk too much.

Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky