An overflow of good converts to bad.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool