There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.