How well he's read, to reason against reading!

Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.

It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.

... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.