Who is it can read a woman?

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

We have some salt of our youth in us.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.