Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!

How Much An Ill Word May Empoison Liking!

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion's Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Heart's Core, In My Heart Of Heart, As I Do Thee.

A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .