What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.

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.

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

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.