Under the bludgeonings of chance / My head is bloody, but unbowed.

In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Shakespeare and Rembrandt have in common the faculty of quickening speculation and compelling the minds of men to combat and discussion.

To be a good Briton, a man must trade profitably, marry respectably, live cleanly, avoid excess, revere the established order, and wear his heart in his breeches pocket or anywhere but on his sleeve.

I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.