All the world's a stage and we are merely players.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.

Nothing exists for itself alone, but only in relation to other forms of life.

Here life itself, life at its best and healthiest, awaits the caprice of the bullet. Let us see the development of the day. All else may stand over, perhaps for ever. Existence is never so sweet as when it is at hazard.

We are here for experience, and experience is a preparation to know the Truth when we meet it.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won.When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on.And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.