“It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.”

We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.

You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.

Love me little, love me long.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Now I will show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; That is–more knave than fool.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.

All women are ambitious naturally.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.

Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir’d his overthrow.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.

Live and die in Aristotle’s works.