The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

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

Dreams are the children of idled minds.

Love`s reason`s without reason