The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though

Nothing Is So Common As The Wish To Be Remarkable.(attributed To)

Trust Not My Reading, Nor My Observations, Which With Experimental Seal Do Warrant The Tenor Of My Book.

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

He Reads Much; He Is A Great Observer And He Looks Quite Through The Deeds Of Men: He Loves No Plays, As Thou Dost, Antony; He Hears No Music; Seldom He Smiles, And Smiles In Such A Sort As If He Mock'd Himself And Scorn'd His Spirit That Could Be Moved To Smile At Any Thing. Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

O Teach Me How I Should Forget To Think (1.1.224)