The fire i’th' flint
Shows not till it be struck
(Poet, Act 1 Scene 1)

I am not of that feather to shake off
My friend when he must need me.
(Timon, Act 1 Scene 1)

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner—
Honest water—which ne'er left man i'th’mire.
(Apemantus, Act 1 Scene 2)

Like madness is the glory of this life.
(Apemantus, Act 1 Scene 2)

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
(Apemantus, Act 1 Scene 2)

Their blood is caked, ‘tis cold, it selfdom flows:
'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind.
(Timon, Act 2 Scene 2)

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
(Lucullus, Act 3 Scene 1)

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
(First Senator, Act 3 Scene 6)

Timon will to the woods, where he shall find
Th’unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound — hear me, you good gods all —
Th’Athenians both within and out that wall,
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.
(Timon, Act 4 Scene 1)

'We have seen better days.'
(Flavius, Act 4 scene 2)

Strange, unusual blood,
When man’s worst sin is he does too much good!
(Flavius, Act 4 Scene 2)

Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison!
(Timon, Act 4 Scene 3)

What beast couldst thou be that were not subject to a beast? And what a beast art thou already, that see’st not thy loss in transformation!
(Timon, Act 4 Scene 3)

The moon's an arrant thief, 
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun. 
(Timon, Act 4 Scene 3)

You are an alchemist, make gold of that.
(Timon, Act 5 Scene 1)

'Here lies a wretched corpse, of wretched soul bereft.
Seek not my name. A plague consume you wicked caitiffs left!
Here lie I, Timon, who alive all living men did hate:
Pass by and curse they fill, but pass and stay not here thy gait.'
(Alcibiades, Act 5 Scene 4)