All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail […]

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

Your gentleness shall force more than your force move us to gentleness. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

If thou remember’st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, Thus purifies itself and turns to grace. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)