Quotes About Perspective

The role of art is to make a world which can be inhabited.

do not let your frame of mind be any different from your everyday mind.

How you approach birth is intimately connected with how you approach life

The title means exactly what the words say: NAKED Lunch—a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork.

Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Grief makes one hour ten

There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?

With one auspicious and one dropping eye,With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

That in the captain's but a choleric word,Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,My gay apparel for an almsman's gown.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark youHis absolute "shall"?

Why, let the stricken deer go weep,The hart ungalled play;For some must watch, while some must sleep:So runs the world away.

Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-color'd taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba,That he should weep for her?

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

How oft when men are at the point of deathHave they been merry!

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, "That, that is, is."

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.