shakespeare

There is no shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

There is not shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune..._ _ William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

I drink to the general joy o_ the whole table." Macbeth

Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect. They need at least a doctor who understands the disease. How can you expect Cottard to be able to treat you? He has made allowances for the difficulty of digesting sauces, for gastric trouble, but he has made no allowance for the effect of reading Shakespeare.

Theoretically speaking a good reader should also be a good learner, whatever the century and the place!

The ability for anyone in our generation to self-amuse has sadly been bred out of our species.

But hear thee, Gratiano:Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice - Parts that become thee happily enough,And in such eyes as ours appear no faults,But where thou art not known, why, there they show Something too liberal.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

I knew your plan before you made it,_ Eldora proclaimed, tossing her Wert from hand to hand_ __ou are somewhat of a mystery, one of Shakespeare__ cryptic sonnets, I reckon, but some lines are rather_obvious. You would be a terrible king.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

I began with the desire to speak with the dead.

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

Alas, my lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence.

Well, I must do__. Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot__ spirit! My throat of war be turn__, Which quier__ with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice That babies lull asleep! The smiles of knaves Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys_ tears take up The glasses of my sight! A beggar__ tongue Make motion through my lips, and my arm__ knees, Who bow__ but in my stirrup, bend like his That hath receiv__ an alms! I will not do__, Lest I surcease to honor mine own truth, And by my body__ action teach my mind A most inherent baseness.

I want to take a trip to Shakespeare's brain and vacation there with his thoughts may be I also start writing about twisted love and betrayals.

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.