As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.
William ShakespeareI hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
William ShakespeareWell could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
William Shakespeare