Nathan > Nathan's Quotes

“I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo)”
― Epicurus

“Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.”
― William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well

“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON [Aside to Gregory]: Is the law of our side, if I say ay?
GREGORY [Aside to Sampson]: No.
SAMPSON: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”
― William Shakespeare

“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd!”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III

“Conscience doth make cowards of us all.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Et tu, Brute?”
― William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar

“Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“What's past is prologue.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“I am not bound to please thee with my answers.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!”
― William Shakespeare, Othello

“Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?
Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed.
Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel.
Polonius: It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet: Or like a whale?
Polonius: Very like a whale.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“O, full of scorpions is my mind!”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport.”
― William Shakespeare, King Lear

“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”
― William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part Two

“Give me my sin again.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet