But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.