Debdip Chakraborty

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Beware the ides of March.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
― William Shakespeare

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
― Mark Twain