That is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
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This above all
To thine own self be true, and it must follow,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
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Et tu
Brute?
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Love looks not with the eyes
But with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
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Sample Note
Today was a good day!
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The fault
Dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
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Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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The beauty of the world
The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?