Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

Love, and be silent.

Hamlet, I will argue, is a play about reading and misreading, about the difficulties of interpretation.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.