When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.

Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.

The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.

If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.

Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!