I regard the afterlife to be a fairy story for people that are afraid of the dark
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
William Shakespeare
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
Virtue is bold and goodness never fearful.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
Silence is the perfectos herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. Hamlet
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
How excellent it is to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use like a giant.
I do not much dislike the matter, but the manner of his speech.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you -- tripping on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as Leif the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed. Such seems your beauty still.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. -
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
I did send to you for certain sums of gold, which you denied me.
When we are born we cry that we are come.. to this great stage of fools.
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action nor utterance, nor the power of speech, to stir men's blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes.
You won't skid if you stay in a rut.
Kin Hubbard
It's going to be fun to watch and see how long the meek can keep the earth after they inherit it.
Kindness goes a long ways lots of times when it ought to stay at home.
Lack of pep is often mistaken for patience.
A loafer always has the correct time.
Getting talked about is one of the penalties for being pretty, while being above suspicion is about the only compensation for being homely.
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