Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.

O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace.

There is nothing good or bad Only thinking makes it so.

TITUS. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!

How now, spirit, whither wander you?