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What is past
is
prologue...
We know what
we are, but
know not
what we may
be. |
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The devil
can cite
Scripture
for his
purpose. |
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Shakespeare
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong
to none.
And this, our life, exempt from
public haunt, finds tongues in
trees, books in the running
brooks, sermons in stones, and
good in everything.
How far that little candle
throws its beams! So shines a
good deed in a naughty world.
To be, or not to be: that is the
question.
All the world’s a stage, and all
the men and women merely
players. They have their exits
and their entrances; and one man
in his time plays many parts.
We are such stuff as dreams are
made on.
The course of true love never
did run smooth.
If music be the food of love,
play on.
Friends, Romans, countrymen,
lend me your ears.
Nothing can come of nothing.
What’s done can’t be undone.
Uneasy lies the head that wears
the crown.
All that glisters is not gold.
To thine own self be true.
If we are true to ourselves, we
can not be false to anyone.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
How poor are they that have not
patience! What wound did ever
heal but by degrees?
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
I wasted time, and now doth time
waste me.
The devil can cite Scripture for
his purpose.
The Devil hath power to assume a
pleasing shape.
One touch of nature makes the
whole world kin.
Be great in act, as you have
been in thought.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some
are born great, some achieve
greatness, and others have
greatness thrust upon them.
Small cheer and great welcome
makes a merry feast.
Sweet mercy is nobility’s true
badge.
Tis not enough to help the
feeble up, but to support them
after.
Ambition should be made of
sterner stuff.
Expectation is the root of all
heartache.
Talking isn’t doing. It is a
kind of good deed to say well;
and yet words are not deeds.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble
that run fast.
When words are scarce they are
seldom spent in vain.
Words without thoughts never to
heaven go.
Our doubts are traitors and make
us lose the good we oft might
win by fearing to attempt.
Love is heavy and light, bright
and dark, hot and cold, sick and
healthy, asleep and awake.
Self-love, my liege, is not so
vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
doubt that the sun doth move.
Doubt truth to be a liar, but
never doubt I love.
My bounty is as boundless as the
sea, my love as deep; the more I
give to thee, the more I have,
for both are infinite.
I love you with so much of my
heart that none is left to
protest.
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.
The fault…is not in our stars,
but in ourselves.
Better three hours too soon than
a minute too late.
Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent under it.
One may smile, and smile, be a
villain.
Many a true word hath been
spoken in jest.
The tempter or the tempted, who
sins most?
Love looks not with the eyes,
but with the mind, and therefore
is winged Cupid painted blind.
Do not swear by the moon, for
she changes constantly.
Love is too young to know what
conscience is.
Don’t waste your love on
somebody, who doesn’t value it.
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