Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.

This Is A Gift That I Have, Simple, Simple; A Foolish Extravagant Spirit Full Of Forms, Figures, Shapes, Objects, Ideas, Apprehensions, Motions, Revolutions; These Are Begot In The Ventricle Of Memory, Nourished In The Womb Of Pia Mater, And Delivered Upon The Mellowing Of Occasion.

Who Knows Himself A Braggart, Let Him Fear This; For It Will Come To Pass That Every Braggart Will Be Found An Ass.

Drink Down All Unkindness.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon Me.