As Angelo discovered in Measure for Measure, nothing corrupts like virtue.
If you can not measure it, you can not improve it.
All surfeit is the father of much fast.
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
Condemn the fault and not the actor of it?
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.
That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.
If you can't measure it, you can't change it.