Be just, and fear not.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Thou lump of foul deformity!

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.