“A valiant man Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger, But worthily, and by selected ways, He undertakes with reason, not by chance. His valor is the salt t’ his other virtues, They’re all unseason’d without it.”

He that is respectless in his courses oft sells his reputation at cheap market.

Forbear, you things That stand upon the pinnacles of state, To boast your slippery height! when you do fall, You dash yourselves in pieces, ne’er to rise: And he that lends you pity, is not wise.

Ready writing makes not good writing, but good writing brings on ready writing.

I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man’s life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.

It is less dishonor to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused; the understanding is not.

Truth is man’s proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.

If all you boast of your great art be true; Sure, willing poverty lives most in you.

A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.

[The play] is like to be a very conceited scurvy one, in plain English.

I am beholden to calumny, that she hath so endeavored to belie me.-It shall make me set a surer guard on myself, and keep a better watch upon my actions.

For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.

The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.

The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.

A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

Our whole life is like a play.

For he that once is good, is ever great.

I give forgiveness like salt and pepper in a restaurant – Turn my world upside down and it’ll pour out of me, flowing freely, until I’m empty.

In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.

Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.

To survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.

True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.

Salt is born of the purest parents: the sun and the sea.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.