It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.