“There are two things a person should never be angry at, what they can help, and what they cannot.”

“Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.”

“Ideas are the source of all things”

“Serious things cannot be understood without laughable things, nor opposites at all without opposites.”

“The wisest of you men is he who has realized, like Socrates, that in respect of wisdom he is really worthless.”

“Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.”

“Unsubstantial Death is amorous.”

“. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.”

“Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.”

“Barnes are blessings.”

“Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.”

“Nature turns all malfaisance to good.”

“Judgements prevent us from seeing the good that lies beyond appearances.”

“Truth is one species of good, and not, as is usually supposed, a category distinct from good, and co-ordinate with it”

“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.”

“Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.”

“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.”

“Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.”

“But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?”

“My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.”

“To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.”