It is a wise father that knows his own child.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
‘Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
But men are men the best sometimes forget.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
Death is a fearful thing.