What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving… (read more)
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as night follows day, thou canst… (read more)
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs