Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.

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Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow. When I’m not there, you can sleep with my wife.

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Mercy but murders pardoning those who kill.

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I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

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We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

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In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

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The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

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Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.

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Lesser than Macbeth and greater. Not so happy, yet much happier. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.

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Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the king’s English.

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