You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?