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He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; and he that dares not reason is a slave.
The only rational liberty is that which is born of subjection, reared in the fear of God and the love of man.
They say that man is mighty, He governs land and sea, He wields a mighty sceptre, O'er lesser powers that be.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.
Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap.
What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.
If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
It seems with wit and good-nature, Utrum horum mavis accipe. Taste and good-nature are universally connected.
A large retinue upon a small income, like a large cascade upon a small stream, tends to discover its tenuity.
Can injustice one way be corrected without the interim reaction that tries to impose injustice the other way?
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.
The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.
Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not.
The serious revolutionary, like the serious artist, can't afford to lead a sentimental or self-deceiving life.
Despair, when not the response to absolute physical and moral defeat is, like war, the failure of imagination.
Things were so bad we ate rabbits that neighbours had run over and gave to us because they knew we were broke.
I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame.
if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.
I think that the people who really accomplish things in this world have to have a little bit of crazy in them.
The first virtue of all really great men is that they are sincere. They eradicate hypocrisy from their hearts.
Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.
We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday.
We're boxed in and labeled before we're ever able to speak who we believe we are or who we dream we'll become.
How did you fall in love with New Orleans? At once, madly. Looking back, sometimes I think it was predestined.
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
I like rhyme because it is memorable, I like form because having to work to a pattern gives me original ideas.
Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch's brew.
There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.
Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear out but clothes, To keep one from going nude.
It is only when one is thoroughly true that there can be purity and freedom. Falsehood always punishes itself.
From the start it has been the theatre's business to entertain people ... it needs no other passport than fun.
Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right.