Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Quote by Shakespeare
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night
Ingratitude is monstrous
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To...
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter...
I am a feather for each wind that blows
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their...
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy...
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the...
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...
They do not love that do not show their love.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past,...
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where...
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running...
The end of reading is not more books but more life.
Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found...