- “I’ll to the Tuscan wars and never bed her.”
- “Twas pretty, though a plague,/To see him every hour, to sit and draw/His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,/In our heart’s table – heart too capable/Of every line and trick of his sweet favour.”"
- “Fundamentally, we seem to misunderstand “All’s Well That Ends Well,” from Samuel Johnson, master of all Shakespeare critics, down to the present.”
- Shakespeare Sonnet #135…Plus a Bonus!
- “All of them die: the noble ones and the villains; the level-headed ones and the madmen; the empiricists and the absolutists. All choices are bad.”