I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

We have some salt of our youth in us.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.