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.