Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .