Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
This is the short and the long of it.
Unless experience be a jewel.
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket!
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
Happy man be his dole!
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
As good luck would have it.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
A man of my kidney.
Think of that, Master Brook.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
In his old lunes again.
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.... There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.
The live-long day.
Beware the ides of March.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
"Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
And bade him follow.
Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
