Thank you for nothing.
Make it thy business to know thyself, which is the most difficult lesson in the world
Fly not, cowards and vile beings, for a single knight attacks you.
Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.
Every one in his own house and God in all of them.
She wanted, with her fickleness, to make my destruction constant; I want, by trying to destroy myself, to satisfy her desire.