He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.

Promise me Deewan bhai, you will not let Safeena become another Bilal.

Take a giant drink of natures endless stream let it spout from your mouth in words so serene.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

I am not a historian. I don't see what I do as being a rival to biography.

You have stripped from me the rank and privileges of the professorship and the doctoral degree which I earned, and you have set me at the level of the lowest criminal.

I don't feel like writing any more ghost stories.

My son is the best thing that ever happened to me. And through me - to a lot of people.

You can't act like you've arrived when you're only just receiving the invitation.

Mental bearing (calmness), not skill, is the sign of a matured samurai. A Samurai therefore should neither be pompous nor arrogant.