They say miracles are past.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
Be not afraid of greatness.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.