Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught

Quote by Shakespeare

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Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar

Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar

I was adored once too.

I was adored once too.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his...

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his...

Good luck is often with the man who doesn't include it in his plans

Good luck is often with the man who doesn't include it in his plans

Thought is free.

Thought is free.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have...

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have...

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.

'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in...

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in...

Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked;...

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked;...

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would...

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would...

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day,...

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day,...