More Quotes by William Shakespeare
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.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty.
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
Nothing comes from doing nothing.
Mercy but murders pardoning those who kill.
Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
