Neither a borrower nor a lender be. For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Borrowing Quotes, Mankind Quotes

The earth has music for those who listen.

The earth has music for those who listen.

I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a...

I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a...

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,...

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is

He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.

He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more...

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more...

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal

Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind.

Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

Your tale sir, would cure deafness

Your tale sir, would cure deafness

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare...

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare...

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to...

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to...

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...