“Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.”

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’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

Envy is blind, and is only clever in depreciating the virtues of others.

All things will be clear and distinct to the man who does not hurry; haste is blind and improvident.

Two kinds of blindness are easily combined so that those who do not see really appear to see what is not.

Do not take a blind guide.

Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.

Seeing is better than being blind, even when seeing hurts.