Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.

A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.