William Shakespeare

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living.
Satisfaction is death.

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living.
Satisfaction is death.

O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial. read more

O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my
reputation!

I know myself now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still read more

I know myself now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee!
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Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee!
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.