Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess