“Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.”

In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.

He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.

Where it concerns himself, Who’s angry at a slander, makes it true.

Success produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.

A good poet’s made as well as born.

True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.

Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.

Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.

Poets are far rarer birds than kings.

O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!

Money never made any man rich, but his mind. He that can order himself to the law of nature, is not only without the sense, but the fear of poverty.

That I might live alone once with my gold! O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.

Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.

What excellent fools religion makes of men.

She had been born with a face that would let her get away, he saw that face and he lost all control.

I am pre-disposed to try and show the conflict; the regret; the less-than-perfect choices that any human faces. That’s what I like and it seems to be what the camera likes to see me do.

Isn’t it sad how some people’s grip on their lives is so precarious that they’ll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?

You have to face reality some time. But there’s no sense in facing it until somebody forces you to.

People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.

Becoming critical in the face of criticism, only inspires more criticism.

Time goes by at such a pace,it’s funny how it’s easy to forget her face

Medicine is a very tough thing. I mean, everyone is going to die. Sooner or later. That’s a tough thing to face.