O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

I had as lief have been myself alone.

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.