My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

Let every man be master of his time.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Out, damned spot! out, I say!

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.

Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

And nothing is, but what is not.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

Corruption is never compulsory.

Certain battles were won by retreating.

Everybody has a different Internet.

Unfortunately, I don't get to read nearly as much as I want because I'm always working on my own stuff, either the novels or newspaper columns.

Every comic can report a few 'gift from the gods' moments.

Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow-- The circle of friendship what freedom would sever? To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow-- Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.

Baptism is not the work of man but of Christ, and this sacrament is so holy that it would not be defiled, even if the minister were a murderer.

With time, fashion has become part of my DNA.

This job's a pain-it's so mundane It sure don't stimulate my brain.

Even the wisest man grows tense With some sort of violence Before he can accomplish fate, Know his work or choose his mate. Poet and sculptor, do the work, Nor let the modish painter shirk