We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Self Knowledge Quotes

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn

Still constant is a wondrous excellence.

Still constant is a wondrous excellence.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...

Service is no heritage.

Service is no heritage.

The worst is death, and death will have his day.

The worst is death, and death will have his day.

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in...

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in...

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than...

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than...

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

This is very midsummer madness

This is very midsummer madness

Banquet: an affair where you eat a lot of food you don't want before talking...

Banquet: an affair where you eat a lot of food you don't want before talking...

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love...

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love...

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.