Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
The past is prologue.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!
Travelers must be content.