For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

'sblood, You Starveling, You Elf-skin, You Dried Neat's Tongue, You Bull's Pizzle, You Stock-fish! O For Breath To Utter What Is Like Thee! You Tailor's-yard, You Sheath, You Bowcase; You Vile Standing-tuck!