“Along with success comes a reputation for wisdom.”

“Humility, a sense of reverence before the sons of heaven - of all the prizes that a mortal man might win, these, I say, are wisest; these are best.”

“Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.”

“A woman should be good for everything at home, but abroad good for nothing.”

“Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.”

“An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.”

“Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best.”

“Envy is the tax which all distinction must pay.”

“Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

“Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even now as concerned about the health of their fame as men are, and, speaking generally, will pass a tombstone or a signpost without feeling an irresistible desire to cut their names on it.”

“He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.”

“I say, without characters, fame lives long.”

“Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,Live regist'red upon our brazen tombsAnd then grace us in the disgrace of death;When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,Th' endeavor of this present breath may buyThat honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edgeAnd make us heirs of all eternity.”

“He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.”

“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.”

“Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the worse.”

“Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.”

“'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.”