When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found...

To think, or not to think…This is the true question.

At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn’s spinning pulsars…

…imagine anybody having lived forty-five or fifty years without knowing Hamlet! One might as well spend one’s life in a coal mine.

…[T]he three greatest works are those of Homer, Dante and Shakespeare.These are closely followed by the works of Virgil and Milton.

That they will find each other during the play, once more, in the words of Shakespeare.

Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect. They need at least a doctor who understands the disease. How can you expect Cottard to be able to treat you?...

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Teagan: How long has it been since you read a book that didn’t havevampires in it?Abby: They write books with no vampires? Wait…the penguins made us read that Shakesrear guy, right?Teagan: Shakespeare.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need’st thou such...

He [Alexander von Humboldt] was to science what Shakespeare was to the drama.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law. – Romeo

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean...

Dame los puñales; los que duermen y los muertos no son sino sombras; únicamente los ojos de los niños tiemblan ante una estampa del diablo.

And now to sleep, to dream…perchance to fart.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

Why can’t you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You’ll find what you’re trying to say in him- as you’ll find everything else worth saying. ‘We are such stuff as dreams are made on,...

If there really is such a thing as turning in one’s grave, Shakespeare must get a lot of exercise.

You can spend all day trying to think of some universal truth to set down on paper, and some poets try that. Shakespeare knew that it’s much easier to string together some words beginning with...

Elvis is in the kitchen and he’s making eggs Benedict!

…I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you’re actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue …

Shakespeare wrote Moby-Dick, using Melville as a Ouija board.

Shakespeare’s enduring tragedy did its part to further the goals of the Mercenaries—glamorizing death, making dying for love seem the most noble act of all, though nothing could be further from the truth. Taking an...

Farewell, sweet playfellow.

This story shall the good man teach his son;And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,From this day to the ending of the world,But we in it shall be remembered-We few, we happy few, we band...

The best is yet to come.

These are the ushers of Martius: before himHe carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.Death, that dark spirit, in’s nervy arm doth lie,Which being advanc’d, declines, and then men die.

My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions...

It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways...

She was wearing a sleeveless top that held her breasts in the most marvelous way, the balance between what it revealed and what it left to the imagination as poetic as a Shakespearean sonnet.

Oh how Shakespeare would have loved cinema!

The wren goes to’t

I have good reason to be content,for thank God I can read andperhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass. The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in...

We’ve all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true.

In fact a favourite problem of [John Tyndall] is—Given the molecular forces in a mutton chop, deduce Hamlet or Faust therefrom. He is confident that the Physics of the Future will solve this easily.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love’s name?ORLANDO: Yes, just.JAQUES: I do not like her name.ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is’t to be nothing else but mad?

Wir können uns von Shakespeare unterscheiden, durch Fehler.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me”and you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret....

Every person has one particular time in his life when he is more beautiful than he is ever going to be again. For some it is at seven, for others at seventeen or seventy, and...

To be and not to be, that is the quantum question

There is a terrible truthfulness about photography. The ordinary academician gets hold of a pretty model, paints her as well as he can, calls her Juliet, and puts a nice verse Shakespeare underneath, and the...

Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I’d fall in love, or fall in lust. And at the height of my passion, I would think, ‘So this...