William Shakespeare

26 Apr 1564 // 23 Apr 1616
Poet / Playwright


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Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
What is past is prologue
We know what we are, but know not what we may be
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
To fear the worst oft cures the worse
To be, or not to be: that is the question
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."