When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Quote by Shakespeare
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits...
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Love is like linen; often changed, the sweeter.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded...
Good wine needs no bush
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know...
For when we rage, advice is often seen By blunting us to make our wits...
Farewell, fair cruelty.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.
If only the sun-drenched celebrities are being noticed and worshiped, then our children are going...
Value is what people are willing to pay for it.