Quotations by Author

William Shakespeare

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, they kill us for their sport.

Glory is like a circle in the water/Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself/Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.

When we are born, we cry, that we are come/To this great stage of fools

Your face is a book, where men read strange matters.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Praising what is lost/Makes the remembrance dear.

All the world's a stage/And all the men and women merely players/They have their exits and entrances/And one man in his time plays many parts.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart/Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Out, out, brief candle! 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.

Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise.