Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
William ShakespeareIf thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd
William ShakespeareGood name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; โtis something, nothing; โtwas mine, โtis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
William Shakespeare