I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

In thy foul throat thou liest.

There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.