Heaven is not always angry when he strikes

We live and learn, but not the wiser grow.

I'd have a clear and competent estate, That I might live genteelly, but not great.

We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow.

Wine whets the wit, improves its native force…

Hamlet most brings home to us at once the sense of the soul's infinity, and the sense of the doom which not only circumscribes that infinity but appears to be its offspring.

You cannot dictate to any man what shall be his morality or his own religion. He must make his own choice. Your attempts to impose total sexual abstinence on him he regards as a meddlesome and impertinent interference with the expression …