There is a history in all men's lives.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.

In nature's infinite book of secrecy, a little I can read.

I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

In Dreams Begin Responsibilities.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Be just and fear not.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.