I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.