“For she had eyes and chose me.”

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

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

“Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth demonstrateTh...”

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

“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; tis something, nothing;twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he th...”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”

“O, the sheer magnificence of words that come together like waves upon a beach, each telling its own story is a life worthy to be read”