To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

Some true love turned and not a false turned true.

I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way.

But to have a friend, and to be true under any and all trials, is the mark of a man!

When I get honest I admit that I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and I get discouraged. I love and I hate; I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious. I am honest, and I still play games. Aristotle said I am a rational animal. I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.