I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

For she had eyes and chose me.

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Men should be what they seem.

Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

Quit pretending to be humble when you are really just a self-abusing, emotional, drama junkie.

I think of Paul Feig as the Scorsese of comedy. He's the best at what he does. I think people just trust everything that he's got to say.

I am glad to go with my wife and baby boy.

I listen to every type of metal under the sun. I'm not very discerning.

Putting off a hard thing makes it impossible.

It's such a shame that people are so much more worried about being right than being decent.

What I want to know is how the white man, with the blood of black people dripping off his fingers, can have the audacity to be asking black people [why] they hate him?

Being in the audience actually looks like quite a lot of fun.

I have daughters and I have sons./When one of them lays a hand/On my shoulder, shining fish/Turn suddenly in the deep sea.

The Son of God came to dwell in human flesh for us in order that He might come to dwell in us by His Spirit.