His death made him famous, he can come back now.

I shall then live alone... and I already wonder with whom.

You're not rich because you have money, but because you spend it.

A woman who runs off with her lover is not abandonning her husband: she is sparing him a disloyal wife.

The whole Earth is the Sepulchre of famous men; and their story is not graven only on Stone over their native earth, but lives on far away, without visible sym…

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labor of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyrami…

And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.