There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in’t.
Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that’s gone.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently abeast!
should” is like a spendthrift sighThat hurts by easing.
Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are.
Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear,Thou lily-livered boy.
Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,/ Wherein the…enemy does much.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator.
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!–Hamlet (I, v, 106)
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow