Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.

The cunning livery of hell.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.