I'll note you in my book of memory.

All surfeit is the father of much fast.

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.