Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.

Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

To sleep perchance to dream