“When I recollect the treasure of friendship that has been bestowed upon me I withdraw all charges against life. If much has been denied me, much, very much has been given. So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart I shall say that life is good.”

“Poverty is the fundamental cause of most of the physical, moral and economic ills of humanity.”

“My share of the work may be limited, but the fact that it is work makes it precious.”

“When all you can feel are the shadows, turn your face towards the sun.”

“I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.”

“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.”

“So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.”

“I am wealthy in my friends.”

“How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!”

“The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.”

“Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor”

“Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?”

“Haply a woman's voice may do some goodWhen articles too nicely urged be stood on.”

“The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.”

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.”

“Come, Lady, die to live.”

“To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.”

“Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.”

“Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.”

“But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.”

“I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.”

“You can use your story, or your story can use you.”

“Because of something told under the famished hornOf the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day,To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay,Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.”