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.

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial’s point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.