More Quotes by William Shakespeare
The Eyes are the window to your soul
That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
For truth can never be confirmed enough, Though doubts did ever sleep.
For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.
Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
