Inertia
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
— Macbeth,
Act III, Scene ii

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
— Macbeth,
Act III, Scene ii

Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care…
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
–Macbeth,
Act II, Scene ii

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
–Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v
… But maybe, also, don’t go around murdering everyone. You’ll feel better.

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
–Macbeth,
Act I, Scene vii

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.
—Macbeth,
Act I, Scene ii

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
—Macbeth,
Act II, Scene iii