Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!

Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

Nature does require her times of preservation.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.