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- 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... - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "As You Like It", Act 2 scene 7
- This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.... There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Merry Wives of Windsor", Act 5 scene 1
- Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 5 scene 1
- To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep: No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Hamlet", Act 3 scene 1
- Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Julius Caesar", Act 2 scene 2
- What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time? - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 1 scene 2
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet xxx
- We trained hard, but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams we would be reorganized. Presumably the plans for our employment were being changed. I was to learn later in life that, perhaps because we are so good at organizing, we tend as a nation to meet any new situation by reorganizing; and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency, and demoralization.
- Charlton Ogburn, "Merrill's Marauders", Harpers Magazine, January 1957
- The only time anyone's admitted they were a Christian before was when they were busy telling me why they're better than me.
- Randy K. Milholland, Something Positive Comic, 10-19-06
- Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
- Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
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