Distress is virtue's opportunity: we only live to teach us how to die.
Pity is akin to love.
Words may be counterfeit, false coined, and current only from the tongue, without the mind; but passion is in the soul, and always speaks the heart.
The reconciling grave swallows distinction first, that made us foes; there all lie down in peace together.
Lying's a certain mark of cowardice.
There is no courage but in innocence; no constancy but in an honest cause.