I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

To sleep perchance to dream

Every cloud engenders not a storm.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.