Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Thyself Shall See The Act; For, As Thou Urgest Justice, Be Assured Thou Shalt Have Justice, More Than Thou Desir'st.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.