More in sorrow than in anger.
Ships are but boards sailors but men.
Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.
I have no other but a woman's reason. I think him so because I think him so.
Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.
There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
For murder though it have no tongue will speak With most miraculous organ.
This bond is forfeit And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh.
I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands organs dimensions senses affections passions? fed with die same food hurt with the same weapons subject to the same diseases healed by the...
Though this be madness yet there is method in 't.
Honour pricks me on. Yea but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery t...
Men must endure their going hence even as their coming hither ripeness is all.
The cunning livery of hell.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at I am not what I am.
Those friends thou hast and their adoption tried grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
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.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we often might win by fearing to attempt.