Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
I do not seek good fortune - I am good fortune!
Some socks are loners They can't live in pairs.
Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens.
Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!
What has reason to do with the art of painting?
The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.
Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.
rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.
When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.
But the sea which no one tends is also a garden
Toil for the brave! The brave that are no more.
So that my life be brave, what though not long?
Philosophy is reason with the eyes of the soul.
The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
A very little little let us do And all is done.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!
Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.
Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.
I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
Women may fail when there is no strength in man
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
...lest too light winning make the prize light.
More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.
See where she comes apparelled like the spring.
Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
What is thy sentence then but speechless death.
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
My desolation does begin to make A better life.
In limited professions there's boundless theft.