a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.

There's many a man hath more hair than wit.

Lovers ever run before the clock

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.