“Happy are those who hear their detractions and can put them to mending.”

“Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful”

“Da bi postigao svoj cilj čak i đavo citira Bibliju.”

“Ako nekoga mrzi mnogo ljudi, to mora da je dobar čovek.”

“Let us then try what love can do to mend a broken world.”

“honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set a leg? No: or a arm? No: or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that then? Air. A trim reckoning! - Who hath it? He that died o‘ Wednesday? Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. ‘Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I‘ll have none of it: honour is a mere scutcheon: - and so ends my catechism.”

“Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,if you be out, sir, I can mend you.”