To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.
I saw a startling sight today, a politician with his hands in his own pockets.
No man, deep down in the privacy of his heart, has any considerable respect for himself.
The institution of royalty in any form is an insult to the human race.
The highest perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of ungraceful and gilded forms of charitable and unselfish lying.
It is not best that we should all think alike; it is a difference of opinion that makes horse races.