Tempt not a desperate man.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
How far that little candle throws his beams!So shines a good deed in a weary world.
The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings.
Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it [Denmark] is a prison.
Love is merely madness.