Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

The rest, is silence.

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.