Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

There is a world elsewhere.