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.
Quote by Shakespeare
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much...
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear...
A lady's verily is as potent as a lord's
We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in...
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read...
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the...
I drink to the general joy of the whole table.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows
Tempt not a desperate man.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part...
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not...
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of...
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
Farewell, fair cruelty.