But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.

The world must be peopled!

Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.