Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

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.

There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.

Bitter truths have the power to expect backups if they are shared at all.

The flock mirror the madness of their liege.

His client needs him, he says. Needs him? But isn’t he needed at home?

Every time history repeats itself the price goes up.

If you can't draw a crowd, draw dicks on the wall

Most women at some point or many points in their lives will have to deal with an unwanted advance and having the confidence to be "rude" and say no is an important skill to develop.

Who has not for the sake of his reputation sacrificed himself?

Contentment can be bought at a price that one can not possibly pay.

One of the cosmic laws, I think, is that whatever we hold in our thought will come true in our experience.