Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.

Words to deeds cold breath gives.