We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
Omittance is no quittance.
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shad.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends-Rough-hew them as we will.
To be, or not to be.