His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

So many horrid Ghosts.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.

I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?

Nice customs curtsy to great kings.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention!

Men of few words are the best men."(3.2.41)

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?"Catherine: "I cannot tell."Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

Until we learn to love everyone in this universe, how can there be peace?

I'm not in love, The love is within me!

The real servant of the people must live among them, think with them, feel for them, and die for them.

The most important word in the English language is hope.

Reality is based on perception

But a sort of rupture-in anguish-leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.

Sometimes you can get so far in yourself that you don't know who you are.

There's nothing deader than a dead love.

Most of the books call Her a He, but I am able to ascertain what is meant, despite that semantic error.

I think you can't do any action without in some way paying homage to John Woo. He's the guy who just invented that sort of next level of poetic nasty action.