Quotes from William Shakespeare

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.

These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.

And nature must obey necessity.

Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring.

I'll teach you differences.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!.

Because I cannot flatter and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

Make use of time, let not advantage slip.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

Grief best is pleased with grief's society.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.