She fed him scraps from her ragbag because words were all that were left now. Perhaps he could use them to pay the ferryman. The air rippled and shimmered. Time narrowed to a pinpoint. It was about to...
Seven Ages: first puking and mewlingThen very pissed-off with your schoolingThen fucks, and then fights
Pour on, I will endure.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
William Shakespeare: You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
La culpa, no está en nuestras estrellas, sino en nosotros mismos, que consentimos en ser inferiores.
I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.
Seven Ages: first puking and mewlingThen very pissed-off with your schoolingThen fucks, and then fightsNext judging chaps' rightsThen sitting in slippers: then drooling.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
The evil that men do lives after them
If it were possible for a metaphysician to be a golfer, he might perhaps occasionally notice that his ball, instead of moving forward in a vertical plane (like the generality of projectiles, such as b...
There were occasions when Shakespeare was a very bad writer indeed. You can see how often in books of quotations. People who like quotations love meaningless generalizations.
The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars but in ourselves.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile
Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.
A third...candidate for Shakespearean authorship was Christopher Marlowe. He was the right age (just two months older than Shakespeare), had the requisite talent, and would certainly have had ample le...
William Shakespeare: My muse, as always, is Aphrodite.Philip Henslowe: Aphrodite Baggett, who does it behind the Dog and Crumpet?
They are near the bottom of the food chain - a meal for fish and birds - while humans eat from the top of the food chain, consuming an astonishing array of what lies on the planet. But eventually, eve...
Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish...
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!