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

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)

Men should be what they seem.

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

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

I didn't say I can change the whole world with all it entirety alone. But I can strike on a lot of things and cause a rift, and bring so many things together.

You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most...you are beastly.

I have no desire to spend every night of the next few months at balls and soirees or drowning in tea with morning callers.

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.

If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.

The word God, to me, is like the word enlightenment. It's become so corrupted by our ideas of what God is.

She looked confused. She looked off-balance. That's a technique I employ to get dates, and it always works.

I think there is a blossom about me of something more distinguished than the generality of mankind.

I certainly don't want to be formulaic. I want to be honest and authentic and everything else.

When I'm working in the real world with real women and we're shopping, we find that fashion seems to end when you get any larger than a size 12. How ridiculous is that?