William Shakespeare Quotes
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .
William Shakespeare
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Never explain, never complain.
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Gail Kelly
The talk shows in the States want celebrities, not authors. In France, it is different; writers are called upon to comment on everything. They have a very public role there.
Edmund White
E-mails, phone calls, Web sites, videos. They're still all letters, basically, and they've come to outnumber old-fashioned conversations. They are the conversation now.
Walter Kirn
Fear of death has never played a large part in my consciousness – perhaps unimaginative of me.
A. N. Wilson
I write about heartbreak because I like writing about sad things, but I'm writing happy songs, too!
Jackie Evancho
Once you reach your fifties, you have to stop being interested in the present and write only on Elizabethan poets.
Umberto Eco
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
Friedrich Nietzsche
And in Canada we, you know, it costs us three or $400 million to have an election. You know, it's always been my position that we shouldn't complain about that; that's the price of admission for a living in a great democracy.
Rick Mercer
I am proud of my connections to Carolina and pleased to know that some results from a lifetime of work on television, film, stage and recordings will have a permanent home in Chapel Hill.
Andy Griffith
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .
William Shakespeare