What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!
He that dies pays all debts.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; for loan oft loses both itself and friend.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.
