“Vivimos tiempos desquiciados. ¡Oh, nefasta suerte, que me hiciste nacer para enmendarlos!”

“I wear my rue with a difference.”

“The question is: is it better to be alive or dead? Is it nobler to put up with all the nasty things that luck throws your way, or to fight against all those troubles by simply putting an end to them once and for all? Dying, sleeping—that’s all dying is—a sleep that ends all the heartache and shocks that life on earth gives us—that’s an achievement to wish for. To die, to sleep—to sleep, maybe to dream. Ah, but there’s the catch: in death’s sleep who knows what kind of dreams might come, after we’ve put the noise and commotion of life behind us. That’s certainly something to worry about. That’s the consideration that makes us stretch out our sufferings so long.”

“There is method in my madness.”

“I'm sick in the heart.”

“Soy muy soberbio, ambicioso, vengativo, con más pecados sobre mi cabeza que pensamientos para concebirlos, fantasía para darles forma o tiempo para llevarlos a ejecución.”

“Ai! Em teus olhos há maior perigo do que em vinte punhais dos teus parentes. Olha-me com doçura, e é quanto basta para me deixar invulnerável ao ódio deles.”