“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Sweet are the uses of adversity.

This above all: to thine own self be true.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.