The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.
Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
When I was at home I was in a better place
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.