But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.

The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

O that a man might knowThe end of this day's business ere it come!But it sufficeth that the day will endAnd then the end is known.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some partof that quick spirit that is in Antony.

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine

I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?

But it is precisely at those moments when the glass seems to be ‘set fair’ that Fate invariably decides to take a hand.

We should keep a careful diary of our moments of envy: they are our covert guides to what we should try to do next.

The establishment of a clear, central purpose or goal in life is the starting point of all success

It is much more beneficial to your health if you feel your way through life than think your way through life.

To those whom the tree, the birds, the wildflowers represent only "locked-up dollars" have never known or really seen these things.

The making of an American begins at the point where he himself rejects all other ties, any other history, and himself adopts the vesture of his adopted land.

We put on certain music when we're going to a party, right? You have that playlist of songs that you listen to before you get pumped up to go out.

Hosting a game show is so bizarre and uniquely its own thing. Anytime I'm hosting something, I try to bring as much of myself to it as I can, but it's always going to be incomplete.

I hope to live long enough to be the great-grandmother of all agitators.

From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.