Quotes

11 November 2014
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
11 November 2014
You have many enemies, that know not Why they are so, but, like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do.
11 November 2014
Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, "Hold, hold!"
11 November 2014
Nothing can be made out of nothing.
11 November 2014
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
11 November 2014
If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs. 'A brushes his hat o'mornings; what should that bode?
11 November 2014
What's brave, what's noble, Let's do't after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us.
11 November 2014
Soft you, a word or two before you go.
11 November 2014
At your request My father will grant precious things as trifles.
11 November 2014
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, They kill us for their sport.

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