If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.