God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is 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...
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.