O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

All the world's a stage.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.

...what care I for words? Yet words do wellWhen he that speaks them pleases those that hear.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

I get so sick and tired of Wikipedia. People write their own crap on there.

It is better to starve than get a bad client.

I've always got to have one impossible dream on the back burner.

Life's saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ... wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.

I know not whether Laws be right, Or whether Laws be wrong; All that we know who be in jail Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A year whose days are long.

You know, the more grown-up you are, the more you like Proust.

It never really worked for me to have long arguments about motivation.

It turns out I have clinical schizophrenia. The unborn chicken voices were telling me to kill my family.

As soon as a thought darts, I write it down.