Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

Gloucester: I Do Not Know That Englishman Alive With Whom My Soul Is Any Jot At Odds, More Than The Infant That Is Born To-night: I Thank My God For My Humility.

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.