Подозрението винаги живее в престъпна душа: на крадеца всеки храст му прилича на дедектив.

“My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.”

“Thou canst not speak of thou dost not feel.”

“There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.”

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”