A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

Too nice, and yet too true!

What e'er thou art, act well thy part.

Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.