I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.