Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
All the world's a stage.
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
And a man's life's no more than to say "One."
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.