“There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.”

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Thus with a kiss I die.

A light heart lives long.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

There’s an old saying that applies to me: you can’t lose a game if you don’t play the game.

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

I get really afraid of those little comforts, those things that make us feel like we did something great, because I’ve done nothing. I’ve done nothing. I mean that sincerely.

Sanity is a cozy lie.

Most people are afraid of change, but if you look at it as something you can always count on, then it can be a comfort.

Before anything great is really achieved, your comfort zone must be disturbed.

The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.

There are people who are not wealthy because they want to be comfortable.

Comfort kills ambition. Get uncomfortable and get used to it in your pursuit of your goals and dreams.