“Where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.”

“where civil blood makes civil hands unclean”

“There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now...”

“I will speak daggers to her, but use none.”

“There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.”

“Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.”

“He reads much;He is a great observer and he looksQuite 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 sortAs if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spiritThat could be moved to smile at any thing.Such men as he be never at heart's easeWhiles they behold a greater than themselves,And therefore are they very dangerous.”