This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.
Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?