“If there was nothing wrong in the world there wouldn't be anything for us to do.” george bernard s
“You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'”
“Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.”George Bernard Show
“History will be kind to me for I intend to write it” winston Churchill
people always ask me "where were you when kennedy was shut" well i don't have an alibi".Emo philips
İnsanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." einstein
“When something can be read without effort, great effort has gone into its writing.”enrique jardiel
“If you are going through hell, keep going.” winston churchill
For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on her hands
“When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.” nietzsche
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Hamlet: Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
HAMLET: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.
Macbeth:To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! 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.
SCENE I A desert place. [Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches]
First Witch :When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Second Witch :When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Third Witch :That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch :Where the place? Second Witch :Upon the heath. Third Witch :There to meet with Macbeth. First Witch :I come, Graymalkin! Second Witch :Paddock calls. Third Witch :Anon. ALL :Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.