Lisa

“This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good,
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet