Not only does God play dice with the universe, He's using loaded dice.
Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters.
Why, I hold fate Clasped in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.
Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear; the sweetest freedom is an honest heart.
I love making pictures but I don't like talking about them.
He hath shook hands with time.