In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.

Who can be patient in extremes?

Silence is the perfect herald of joy.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.