More Quotes by William Shakespeare
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
For naught so vile on the Earth doth live, but to the Earth some special good doth give.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deserving.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
For truth can never be confirmed enough, Though doubts did ever sleep.
