“O that I were a mockery king of snowStanding before the sun of BolingbrokeTo melt myself away in water drops!”

“KING (to Sakuntala): O fair lady! The tear drop that once stood trembling on your lower lip-and I watched uncaring, lost in delusion-while it still clings to your gently-curving lashes,I shall now wipe away, my beloved,to free myself of remorse.”

“He slipped away slowly, withdrawing from this world by small, imperceptible degrees, and in the end it was as ifhe were a drop of water evaporating in the sun, shrinking and shrinking until at last he wasn’t there anymore.”

“I dropped my head into my arms. I could hear the sea vibrating, the tiny hiss of displaced sand and the click of stones. If I lay still and quiet enough, I thought, I could melt into this elemental world of sun, water and wide, open horizon.”

“Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.”

“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.”